from her lip and nose. He cradled her head in his lap and smoothed the waves of hair away from her eyes.
âBree. Can you hear me? Wake up, please.â
He ran swift hands over her arms and legs, as he would when checking a horse for injuries, relieved to find no broken bones. Still, she needed immediate medical attention.
As gently as possible, he lifted her limp form in his arms and somehow managed to mount Starlight with Bree in front of him. He cradled her against his chest, one arm wrapped tightly around her, the other guiding the horse. Heâd send one of the hands out for Major as soon as he got back.
Halfway to the house, she began to stir, a low moan oozing from her throat.
âShhh. Iâve got you,â he murmured into her hair. âStay still until we get home.â
Her whimpers of pain caused answering spasms of helplessness to wash over him. âHang on, honey. Weâre almost there.â
Sam ran to assist him the moment Gil reached the stable. âWhat happened?â
âMajor spooked and threw her.â Gil handed Bree down to Sam while he dismounted.
âWhat the deuce was she doing riding him?â
âI have no idea.â Gil reached to take Brianna from him. âPut Starlight away for me. And have one of the hands go out to get Major. Heâs tied to a tree in the west pasture.â
âRight away. Let me know how she is.â
Gil nodded and set off at a brisk pace across the lawn toward the house. His arms strained with her dead weight as he pushed into the foyer. He headed straight for the parlor and laid her gently on the sofa.
Almost immediately, Mrs. Johnston appeared in the doorway. The housekeeper let out a gasp, her hand covering her mouth. âWhat happened to Miss Brianna?â
âA horse threw her. Put a call in to the doctor, then get a cloth and some ice.â
âYes, sir.â The woman practically flew out the door.
Gil knew he should find Kathleen, but he didnât dare leave Bree alone for a minuteâcertain if he did, something terrible would happen. As long as he stayed with her, sheâd be all right.
âBree, can you hear me? Open your eyes.â He caressed her unmarred cheek with rough fingers, noting the velvet smoothness of her skin. The few freckles she so detested stood out in stark relief against the pallor of her complexion. Not even an eyelash flickered.
What if sheâd suffered a brain injury?
Dear God, please let her wake up and talk to me.
In that instant, he would have promised God anything to guarantee Briannaâs well-being. Gil lowered his forehead to hers, tears burning behind his lids. He blinked hard to keep them at bay.
He stayed like that, breathing soft prayers in her ear for what seemed like an eternity, until at last her lashes fluttered, and her eyes blinked opened. She stared blankly at him for a few seconds, and then recognition slowly dawned in her eyes.
âGil.â
He heaved a huge breath of relief. That one word was the sweetest thing heâd ever heard.
Thank You, Lord Jesus .
âTake it easy, honey. Just lie still.â
âHead . . . hurts.â She raised a hand to her forehead.
Gil grabbed it and held it captive. âThe doctorâs on his way.â
Mrs. Johnston appeared with a bowl of water, ice, and a wet cloth. Gil wrapped some ice in the cloth and laid it on her forehead, glad to note the slight easing of pinched lines around her mouth.
Mrs. Johnston hovered by the sofa. âDr. Shepherd will be here soon, Mr. Whelan. And Mrs. OâLeary is on her way down.â
âThank you, Mrs. Johnston.â
Breeâs frame tensed, and she grasped his arm with steely fingers.
âWhat is it? Are you in pain?â he asked her.
âDonât . . . tell . . . Daddy.â Each word took great effort to get out.
âYour fatherâs not home. Donât worry about him right now.â
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