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“What did your physical therapist say? How long are they expecting for your recovery?” I ask.
“Nice subject change.”
I smile.
He sighs. “You know, the normal shit. They can’t give me a specific timeline, just said it takes time and patience for these things to heal. I’m hoping a few weeks, a month max.”
“Good. That’s good.” I tear my sandwich in two and hand him half.
“You don’t have to do that. Eat your lunch, Mo.”
“There’s plenty here. I don’t mind. Eat it.” I open the bag of chips and turn it toward him.
Rhett sits down, hands me the apple, and grabs his half of the sandwich.
He takes a hefty bite. “You still make a mean sandwich.”
“It’s funny,” I say. “Not much has changed with me over the years, yet I don’t feel at all like the girl I was when you left for the PBR.”
“Mo, I—”
“I’m sorry.” I frown. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
I can tell by the flat line of his lips that he isn’t happy.
“Mo, we need to talk. I want to talk.”
“I know. We will—”
“When you’re ready, okay?”
I nod jerkily, focusing on the rest of my lunch. We eat in silence, and then I put Rhett on the riding lawn mower, toss him a can of sunscreen, and send him out to the back forty.
When we’re finished with daily chores, I grab Duke and Diesel and put my lunchbox in my truck. Rhett hoses off the lawnmower, parks it back in the shed, and meets me by his car. The dogs fall at his feet. Rhett bends down, talking softly to them as he scratches and rubs.
“Thank you again, for today,” I tell him.
“Don’t mention it,” he says, standing to his full height.
His sling is back on, and I hope all over again that he didn’t do anything to strain it today. “The shoulder’s feeling good?”
“The shoulder is fine, Mo.”
“Okay. You should get home and ice it or put some heat on it or whatever it is you do for an injury like that. Oh, and take a pain pill, for God’s sake.”
“Mo.”
“What?”
“Do you do this every day?”
“Do I do what every day?”
“This.” He waves an arm toward Animal Haven, and Duke lets out a deep bark, turning toward where Rhett pointed. “All of it.”
“I don’t mow the back forty every day, no.”
He frowns. “That’s not what I meant.”
