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Taylor.”
    Brock had just downed a glass of water and he was filling it up again. “Good. She doing okay?”
    â€œPenny’s sick again and Clint broke his collarbone, so he’s heading back from Texas. She said that she weathered the storm okay, though. Just a couple of small branches in the yard. Nothing major.” She noticed that Brock’s demeanor didn’t change at all when she mentioned that his stepbrother had gotten hurt. “What’s the chance of you getting me into Helena tonight?”
    â€œZip.” He put the empty glass on the cluttered counter. “Downed trees are blocking the major roads into town.”
    â€œYou’re not serious?” Casey said with a frustrated sigh. “You are serious.”
    â€œI can take you to Bent Tree or you can bunk with us tonight,” Brock said. “Hannah—it’s time to feed Lady. Turn off the iPad.”
    Hannah didn’t respond.
    â€œHannah.”
    â€œJust one more thing.” Hannah didn’t look up—her entire focus was on the screen.
    Brock was tired and she could see that he was losing patience.
    â€œHere—let’s do this, Hannah. I’m going to set my timer to one minute and when the timer goes off, you can turn off the iPad.”
    The timer on her phone was set, the one minute ran out and Hannah, albeit reluctantly, turned off the iPad and tended to Lady’s needs.
    Brock didn’t say it with words, but there was a definite thank-you in his eyes when he looked at her.
    â€œI don’t know if I have the energy to face my aunt and uncle right now. But are you sure it would be okay if I crashed here tonight?”
    â€œIt’s no problem. You can take my bed upstairs and I’ll sleep on the couch.”
    â€œNo—I’ll take the couch.”
    â€œNo—you’ll take my bed. I sleep on the couch most nights, anyway.”
    Sleeping in a bed instead of on a couch sounded like a much better scenario. If the bed were usually empty anyway, what would it hurt to take him up on his offer?
    â€œAll right—but only if you’re sure.”
    He didn’t respond to that comment, but instead moved the conversation forward. “We’ll get a good night’s sleep, have breakfast and then we can stop off and check on the truck on our way to Helena.”
    â€œOh.” Casey groaned the word. “Geez. The truck . I hope the Beast is okay.”

Chapter Three
    B y nature, she was a light sleeper. Always had been. But the night she had spent in Brock’s massive California king-size bed had been one of her deepest sleeps on record. Perhaps it was the fact that she had been flat-out exhausted, or maybe it was the silky-soft material of the sheets. Either way, she had awakened from her sound sleep in the dead center of the bed, surrounded by a pile of plump pillows that had to be Brock’s soon-to-be ex-wife’s doing, feeling happy and content. She didn’t even scramble out of bed, as was her usual practice. Instead, she opted to linger a bit, staring up at the ceiling with the comforter pulled all the way up to her nose.
    â€œDad says get up!” Hannah burst into the room without knocking.
    Shocked out of her random, drifting thoughts, Casey popped upright, her long auburn hair a mass of tangles. Hercules was vaulted forward, but he landed on all four paws. He waggled his tail and yapped at Hannah.
    â€œIf you want to come into someone’s room, what is the polite thing to do?” Casey asked.
    â€œKnock.”
    Casey gave the preteen two thumbs-up. “Okay—try it again.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œKnocking before you come in. You knock, wait for an answer and then you come in. But only if I say it’s okay. Okay?”
    â€œOkay.”
    Hannah slammed the door shut, causing Hercules to yap wildly. Casey heard a knock on the door, but she waited for a couple of seconds before she answered just to make