Addy giggled. “You two remind me of how prickly Jesse and I were when he first came home. I’m going to get a tetanus shot ready. You want it in the arm or in the butt?”

“Arm,” Stevie answered. The very thought of baring her butt in front of Cody caused heat to rise to her cheeks.

“When you get done, Mia and I have to go check on Raymond’s horse,” Stevie said, trying to take her mind off what was happening on the calf of her left leg.

“You really should stay off this at least for today,” Addy said. “From that tear, I’d guess that you caught it on a nasty old nail when your foot went through the floor. I don’t see any wood fragments, so that’s a plus, but the nail could have been rusty. This shot and a round of antibiotics will take care of any infections.”

“Does our local drugstore deliver medicine all the way out here?” Stevie asked.

“Don’t need to,” Cody said. “I’ve got samples that you can use, and you can’t go to Raymond’s on this leg. It’s going to be numb from the knee down for a while.”

“Mia can drive me,” Stevie argued. “And all we have to do is unwrap the bandage, check the wound, and re-dress the cut. I’ll be back home in half an hour, tops.”

“Mia is out in the pasture with Jesse,” Cody said. “I’ll drive you, and when we get back, you are going to sit on the sofa with that leg propped up, at least, for the rest of today.”

“You sure are bossy.” Stevie watched him meticulously put in the last stitch and secure it in place with adhesive tape.

Cody wrapped gauze around her leg. “It’s contagious. I got it from you.”

Addy chuckled. “Never a dull moment around y’all. Get ready for a pinch.” She pulled up Stevie’s T-shirt and gave her the shot.

“I hate needles,” Stevie moaned.

“Most people don’t love them.” Cody finished wrapping gauze around her leg to keep the stitches clean—not totally unlike how she had treated Buttercup, only she didn’t have to put stitches in the horse’s leg. “I’ve got a set of crutches in the closet that you can use. They’ll give you stability and keep you from putting too much weight on that leg until it heals. I’ll dress the wound every day, and help you encase it in plastic when you take a shower.”

“No baths for ten days?” she moaned again.

“That’s right, but you can have showers, and I’ve even got a bath chair that you can use,” Cody answered.

“I always thought those were for old people,” Stevie said.

“I loan it to young folks like you who fall through floors,” Cody said on his way to the closet to get the crutches.