Chapter 22

“You’re already late getting to your lessons. As to the rest, we’ll watch how things go for a bit and decide then. Your next appointment with Dr. Donahue is day after tomorrow, and we have to see what he says first. Get on with you, now. I need to discuss something with Bobby. I’ll tell you about it later.”

Wearing an expression both chagrined and rebellious, Fiona headed off toward the house. She no longer needed any kind of aid to walk, and her small boots stirred a bit of dust as she stalked away with all the dignity of a real princess.

Then Doyle turned to Bobby. “Well, I daresay the little minx has you wrapped around her finger. I can hardly blame you, but someone has to be stern and practical here. That girl seems to have gone from about six to pushing teenage overnight. I’m not ready for that. I just pray she sticks with horses and mules instead of boys for another decade.”