Two weeks later

"Dochter!" Kathryn Miller's voice rang sharply through the barn sending chickens flapping and the dog running straight through the doors on the other side.

Lucy jumped and dropped the pitchfork she'd been holding, the daydream she'd been having about Mack instantly vanishing as the tines of the fork clattered against the floor. Lucy whirled around, her face flushing guiltily. She and Mack had been about to get down and dirty right there in the bed of ...