Vera could hear that Kelly was near tears. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I wish I could change what’s inside me. I wish I could find a career or a man, something, that made me...satisfied. Fulfilled me. I’ve always envied you. Since you were born, you’ve known what you wanted to do.” She looked at her sister. “I’m a volcano about to explode. I have to go or I’ll erupt.”

“I know,” Kelly whispered. “We all see it. Mom has done all she can to keep you from spewing up fire but nothing has worked.”

The way Kelly said it was serious, but the image made Vera laugh. “Hasn’t she just! What was that boy’s name? The one she sent to pick me up?”

“Kevin. He was a nice guy. She was just trying to tempt you into staying.”

“To get me away from Adam since he’d left the country. By the way, where was Pauly today?” Vera wanted to get the conversation and the weight of guilt off her. “I haven’t seen him in days.”

“He’s around.”

“Uh-oh. Is there trouble in paradise?”

“Of course not. I see him at the clinic every day.”

Kelly and Paul had been together since elementary school. His stepfather, Dr. Carl, was the local vet and to Kelly that meant Pauly was the crown prince. She’d spent much of her life in the veterinary clinic with the doc. She’d helped deliver her first calf when she was eleven.

As for Pauly, he adored her. He was willing to follow wherever Kelly led. They were inseparable. “So where’s your engagement ring?” Vera asked. “You’re twenty-four. Time to get married and have babies.”

Kelly smiled. Vera was mimicking their mother. “School costs too much for such frivolous things. Maybe later.”

Vera nodded. It had never been said aloud, but the plan was that after she left, Kelly and Paul would marry and live on the Exton farm with Nella. Kelly would work with Dr. Carl and eventually take over his clinic.

“Maybe you should—” Vera began, but halted at the sound of a horse. Thundering down the road, barely visible through the trees, was a black stallion. Vera knew who was riding it.

At the far end of the long drive, Adam drew the big horse to a halt and sat there for a moment, his eyes on Vera.

Adam was tall, lean, broad shouldered and muscled from a life of sports and digging wells and hauling rocks in Africa. Wearing jeans and a denim shirt, broad-brimmed hat down low over his eyes, he was something from the cover of a novel.

As Vera stood up, she felt her whole body vibrating.

Behind her, Kelly snorted. “Really! Does he have to make everything into a drama? He’d better not run Xander or I’ll—”