Her Cowboy's Christmas Wish. Cathy McDavid

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       Ethan distracted her by reaching into the back of her minivan and removing a carton of supplies.

       “Hey, what are you doing?” She tried to take the box from him.

       He swung it out of her reach. “Helping you unload.”

       “Ethan!” She sighed with exasperation. “You’re hurt.”

       “My shoulder. Not my hands.” He squeezed past her and carried his load inside.

       She hurried after him.

       “Where do you want this?”

       Because she knew arguing with him was useless, she pointed to the folding table along the wall. “There. And don’t even think about carrying anything else in.”

       He not only thought about it, he did it. She gave up and pitched in. Together, they quickly emptied the van.

       “You’re going to regret this tomorrow,” she told him when they were done.

       “You were never such a worrier before.”

       “It comes from being a nurse. So does being bossy.” She leveled a finger at him. “Now get yourself home and take care of that shoulder.”

       “Yes, ma’am.” One corner of his mouth lifted in an amused and very compelling grin.

       Caitlin’s heart fluttered. No doubt about it, the attraction hadn’t died.

       With the van unloaded, there was no reason for him to remain.

       “Will I see you later?” she asked.

       “Tomorrow, if you’re here.”

       The thought shouldn’t have appealed to her as much as it did. Ethan had hurt her. Terribly. She’d be wise to take care where he was concerned.

       Even so, a sweet rush of anticipation cascaded through her.

       “I’m sure Clay can do without you training his horses for a couple of days.”

       “Probably.” Ethan buttoned his denim jacket. “I’m the one who can’t do without the practicing.”

       “Practicing for what?”

       “The jackpot.”

       She stared at him blankly. “You’re not competing.”

       “I am. Or I will be if I can last a full eight seconds at least once before then. Clay won’t let me enter otherwise.”

       “Is that how you fell tonight? Bull riding?”

       “No, saddle bronc.”

       “Are you crazy?”

       “A little, I suppose,” he said jokingly.

       “More than a little.” She started to remind him that he had only one good leg, then stopped herself. “Bronc riding is dangerous. I really wish you’d reconsider.”

       “Not a chance.” He turned to go, then paused. “I’m glad you’re home, Caitlin.”

       A few minutes ago, such a statement would have elicited a breathy sigh from her, foolish though it may have been.

       Not now.

       He was saddle bronc riding again. With a prosthetic leg! Why didn’t he just jump off a three-story building? The results would be the same.

       Caitlin had cheered Ethan on from the sidelines all those years ago. She’d also encouraged him the same way she’d encouraged her brother. Winning competitions required a certain amount of risk, after all.

       She’d learned too late that taking risks came with a steep price. In her case, her brother, Justin, was the one to pay.

       It would be no different for Ethan, and she refused to be there when he injured himself.

       Except, as the on-site emergency medical personnel for the Duvall Rodeo Arena, she most likely would be the one to treat him.

      Chapter Two

      Ethan hated to admit it, but Caitlin was right. His shoulder hurt like a son of a bitch. It had all night, affecting his sleep, his ability to dress himself and his mood.

       What if he really had torn something? Then he wouldn’t be able to enter the jackpot, that was for sure.

       The idea of going to the doctor and getting an X-ray wasn’t quite as distasteful to him as it had been the night before. Maybe he could go to the urgent-care clinic. If he was lucky, he might run into Caitlin again.

       He no sooner had the thought than he dismissed it. More likely than not she was married or in a committed relationship. Of course, finding out wouldn’t be all that hard.

       And if she was single, then what?

       He doubted she’d go out with him, not after the way he’d dumped her with hardly a word. Then there was the matter of his leg—or lack of it. Beautiful, desirable women like Caitlin Carmichael didn’t date men with missing limbs.

       Gritting his teeth, he shoved his arms through the sleeves of his undershirt and tried to pull it over his head. He didn’t get far. The pain immobilized him.

       The next instant a knock sounded.

       “What?” he hollered, his breathing labored.

       The front door opened and his brother came in. “Good morning to you, too.” He stopped midstep and eyed Ethan curiously. “Having a problem?”

       Ethan muttered to himself, not pleased at having an audience.

       “What did you say?”

       “I hurt my shoulder last night.”

       “Breaking one of Clay’s horses?”

       “A bronc trying to break me.”

       “Ah.” Gavin wandered toward the newly remodeled kitchen. “Any coffee?”

       “There’s instant in the cupboard.”

       “Instant?” He grimaced.

       “Beggars can’t be choosers.”

       Ethan didn’t particularly like instant, either. But he’d discovered since living alone the last few weeks that brewing a pot of coffee was a waste when he drank only one cup.

       He and Gavin and their dad had resided comfortably in the main house for over a year. When Gavin’s daughter, Cassie, moved in with them this past summer, they’d continued to get along. Soon, СКАЧАТЬ