Brynn smiled at her. “Shamus has never taken to anyone so quickly or completely before.”
Andrea gave her usual shrug, but couldn’t conceal the spark of light in her gaze.
“Dogs are the best judges of people, you know.”
This time there was no shrug.
“I spoke to your doctor yesterday morning. With his approval, your dad and I agreed to begin easing off your meds.”
This time Brynn was certain she saw interest in Andrea’s expression. “Is Dad coming back tonight?”
“Why don’t we see how it goes this evening?” she suggested.
Andrea retreated again, until Shamus pushed his head against her arm. She hesitated, then petted the adoring animal. “When do we start with my meds?”
“Tonight. How does that sound?”
She petted Shamus again. “Okay.”
Studying her expression, Brynn saw the barely concealed desperation. But she wasn’t going to fail this child. This child so like her own Sarah.
MINDFUL OF ANDREA’S fragile state, her susceptibility to a suicide attempt, Brynn had come to a difficult decision. That evening, she’d phoned Jake, asking him to bring an overnight bag. Now he paced the den as she outlined her suggestion that he stay at the ranch.
She saw the indecision on his face. “I’ve been trying to assess what she needs. And my instincts tell me that she needs you more than anything.”
He paused. “I understand that.”
“I’m not sure you do.” Brynn leaned forward. “Jake, you and Andrea need to learn how to communicate all over again.”
He frowned. “She’s ill because her mother left.”
“And because your relationship with her isn’t filling the void.”
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