The M.D.'s Unexpected Family. Cindy Kirk

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СКАЧАТЬ I get on the bull, you have to get on it, too.” Cassidy pinned Tim with her gaze and he heard the challenge in her tone.

      After sending their saturated-fat levels into the stratosphere with the Philly steak pizza, Cassidy suggested they stop at Wally’s Place, a popular local saloon, for an after-dinner drink and dessert.

      For Caro, the perfect after-dinner drink and dessert had always been a glass of Sauternes and crème brûlée.

      For Cassidy, the drink of choice appeared to be Corona straight from the bottle and one of Wally’s famous “salted peanut chews.” She popped the last bite of the bar into her mouth and slanted another glance in the bull’s direction.

      A red-faced tourist was slowly pulling himself up from the padded floor next to the mechanical bull.

      “There’s no line.” Cassidy’s tone held an excited edge. In one fluid motion she stood and shoved back her chair. “This is our chance.”

      Seeing no good way out, Tim slowly rose to his feet. “You really want to do this?”

      “Do leopards have spots?”

      Though he was pretty sure they didn’t, he took the response as confirmation. The appealing way her tight-fitting jeans hugged her backside kept his mind occupied as he followed her to the other side of the bar.

      “Do you want to go first?” She paused by the bull, slapping one hand on the side, as if staking a claim. “Or can I?”

      Can I? She spoke as if being first up was something to be prized.

      Tim gazed at the mechanical contraption. He’d been in Wally’s many times over the years, but had paid little attention to the ride. Right now, the doctor in him couldn’t help but think of all the ways Cassidy could get hurt.

      If she was determined to do this—and it appeared she was—he would go first. That way she could witness the danger up front and close.

      From the time he’d been small, Tim had been a thinker. Unlike his two sisters, he’d never been impulsive. Normally his caution served him well. But this time he hesitated too long. While he was pondering the situation, Cassidy scrambled onto the bull. She now sat, listening intently as the man in charge gave her pointers.

      When the operator paused to take a breath, Cassidy slanted a glance in his direction and winked. The impact of the flirtatious gaze had him sucking in a quick breath. For whatever reason, her smile did the craziest things to his insides.

      Refocusing on the bull, Cassidy wrapped the reins tightly around one hand. In a surprisingly graceful gesture, she lifted the other hand high in the air.

      The operator, a bald guy with a Fu Manchu mustache and an easy smile, dropped a cowboy hat onto her head. “Ready to ride?”

      This was wrong. Reckless. Crazy.

      Fear sluiced through him. She could be seriously hurt.

      “Cassidy, don’t—”

      “Let ’er rip,” she called out and immediately the bull began to move slowly up and down.

      She made an engaging sight in her tight jeans and the green tee that showed off her curves to full advantage. The cowboy hat perched on her blond curls only added to her charm. Though he recalled vividly how soft she’d felt against him when they’d kissed, Tim saw muscle definition in the arm holding the reins and in the long legs gripping the bull as it picked up speed and began to buck.

      A whistle from between the teeth of a gangly cowboy split the air. Within seconds a slew of men gathered around, cheering her on.

      Tim was powerless to do anything but watch and admire. The look of pure joy on her face as she and the bull moved as one held him transfixed.

      Finally the ride ended. Cassidy emitted a loud whoop and hopped off. After handing the hat back to Fu Manchu, she waved cheerily to her “fans” then sidled up to Tim.

      “It’s a real kick.” Her breath came in excited puffs and her cheeks were an enticing pink. “You’re going to love it.”

      Though Tim seriously doubted that, he wouldn’t back out. A deal was a deal.

      He strode over to the bull with a confidence he didn’t feel, secured the reins and wished—for the first time—he’d at least tried rodeo club in high school.

      “Don’t force it,” Cassidy murmured in a low undertone meant for his ears only. “Relax and move with the bull.”

      Moving with the bull wasn’t difficult, not at first. Then, just as Tim thought he might be getting the hang of it, the blasted animal went loco. It shifted side to side before pitching radically forward, nearly sending him toppling. But he held on and—remembering Cassidy’s words—did his best to relax and stay loose.

      His heart pounded. Sweat dotted his brow. Adrenaline zipped like a lightning bolt through his veins. Tim heard himself whoop like Cassidy had only minutes before. Holding tight to the reins with one hand, the other sliced the air.

      “Ride ’em, cowboy,” Cassidy called out.

      He grinned as another hard lurch nearly sent him toppling. But he didn’t panic—panicking wasn’t in his nature—and stayed loose.

      It felt as if he’d just gotten into the groove when the bull slowed then stopped. Even before Tim’s feet were back on solid ground, he was shocked to find himself wishing the ride had lasted longer.

      The thought had barely crossed his mind when Cassidy let out a squeal and flung her arms around his neck. The momentum of her body slamming against his sent him staggering back. Quickly regaining his footing, he swung her around.

      When they stopped twirling, he kept his arms around her, his gaze on her laughing face. Mesmerized by Cassidy’s luscious hot-pink lips, eyes that almost looked violet in the dim light and the intoxicating, sultry scent of her perfume, he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

      Seriously tempted to kiss her right then and there, Tim didn’t know what to think when she stepped back, grabbed his hand and tugged him straight through the doors of the saloon.

      While perplexed, he couldn’t help but feel that leaving was a good thing. When she’d first gotten off the bull, he’d noticed how many of the men stared as if she was a piece of meat and they hadn’t eaten in a week. No, Tim had zero qualms about leaving the bar.

      Finally pausing once they reached the boardwalk, Cassidy grinned up at him. “That was a blast. I had so much fun.”

      Was? Had? Immediately picking up on the change in tense, Tim fought a surge of disappointment and forced a light tone. “Are you telling me the date is over?”

      For a second she simply stared. Then she wagged a finger at him, blue eyes laughing and a little too bright. “You’re not getting off that easy, Doctor. I have an entire night of debauchery planned. Trust me, we’re just getting started.”

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      A stagecoach ride couldn’t by any stretch of the imagination be considered debauchery. Still, Cassidy had always wanted to check out this Old West Days attraction СКАЧАТЬ