CHAPTER SIXTY THREE

Since it had been almost a week since I had last heard from Rory, I was beginning to feel concerned; in fact, I had even contemplated asking Kerry to get in touch with farmer John to find out how things stood. It seemed as though Rory's phone was turned off because none of his calls picked up, and all of my messages were delivered to his voicemail, even when I called from a different number (just in case I was blocked).

Before taking drastic measures like getting Jen checked out by a professional, I thought I'd look at his Facebook profile. When the first post I see is about her and him, I'm delighted I checked the thread. Yes, it's possible that her family intimidated him, but from what I could see, they didn't actually put a pistol to his head when they took the image I was looking at.

It was him riding a horse while she was in front of him, their bodies pressed against one other, making me feel physically ill. My hero is what the caption underneath it says. If that doesn't give aw