"One of these days, I'm going to learn not to sneak up on you." The fiasco in the barn flashed through her mind. Yesterday she'd showered him with oats and today she'd pummeled him with a broom. At this rate, he'd be dead by the end of the week. "Mr. Westcott, I'm so sorry. I had no idea you were there." Adelaide dropped the broom as if distancing herself from the weapon could remove some of her guilt. He wiggled his jaw one final time and then lowered his hand. "I don't think you did any permanent damage."