“They’re in a different horse barn down nearer to the ranch house. This barn houses the family’s animals, more like pets.” He touched Faith’s hand and added, “It’s getting late—we have to talk.”
At his touch, a quiver of recognition jumped through her skin. “Okay.”
He leaned against the nearest wall, crossing his arms. “Tell me about David Lee.”
Faith rubbed her forehead, closing her eyes for a second. The jolt of the crash hadn’t caused any specific injuries, but as time went on she felt increasingly stiff and sore. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about David Lee. “He’s my landlady’s son,” she finally said. “I went home today to find that his dear old mom gave him a key of his very own. He was inside my place, doing repairs.”
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