What The Cowboy Prescribes.... Mary Starleigh

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      “No.” The thin, quick denial sliced the air.

      “Retired, at your age?”

      “I’m not practicing anymore.”

      “Oh, you’ll go back. I’d never be able to give up my practice, leave medicine.”

      Steve’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Meg. “No. I won’t.”

      “Burned out? You probably just need a break.”

      “I need to get back to my house.” He slid his chair back and stood.

      Meg gulped. She couldn’t let him leave now. “Wait, I’m too nosy, sorry. It’s just nice to have another doctor to talk to.” She got up and smiled. “Let me get you the name of the someone who’ll help you.”

      “I do need the number, but—”

      “Cal Bradford does repairs and construction. He has a new baby coming in a few weeks. I’m sure he needs the work.”

      Steve crossed his arms. “Maybe that’s not such a good—”

      “He does great work. Wait till you talk to him. I have his number in my book.” She quickly stepped to the small kitchen desk, glad for the excuse to put space between herself and her guest. Being so close to him caused her to feel slightly off center, almost nervous.

      “I don’t want to bother you.” He uncrossed his arms and moved toward the back door.

      Crazy, mixed-up thoughts whirled in her mind. Steve Hartly was a doctor. Through her exhaustion, excitement rippled. She hoped he’d have at least half a dozen years of experience under his belt.

      “Wait, Steve! It’s no bother. I’ll get you Cal’s number.” The man standing in her kitchen might be her last chance.

      And she wasn’t going to let Steve Hartly get away so easily.

      Steve watched Meg walk to the desk against the wall. Above a stack of papers hung an ancient rotary wall phone. Her delicate fingers flipped through the pages of a personal phone book. She snatched a sheet of notepaper from a stack and scribbled a number.

      His gaze drifted. The stark white shirt she was wearing accented her gleaming brown hair, which turned up in a sexy flip at her shoulders. The silky strands shimmered, seeming to have a life all their own.

      While she thumbed through a large stack of papers, Steve let his gaze slip farther down. Her worn jeans hugged her well-rounded hips and emphasized the curves of her perky bottom like the skin of a very ripe tomato.

      He swallowed hard. Although he had more important things to think about, he couldn’t take his eyes off her nicely rounded backside.

      Meg turned around and he jerked his gaze up.

      She cocked a dainty eyebrow, telling him she knew he’d been giving her the once-over.

      “Here it is. Give Cal a call. I’m sure he’ll help you.” She handed him the piece of paper.

      He studied what she’d written. Her handwriting—a small, rounded script—was as well proportioned as her figure. A drug company logo embossed the top of the small square sheet. It jolted his memory. He’d prescribed their medicine many times to patients who suffered from high blood pressure.

      His finger traced over the raised logo. What he’d enjoyed most in practicing medicine for five years was helping his patients adopt healthier lifestyles…

      Steve pushed back the feelings that needed to stay in the past.

      “It’s not too late to call.” Meg’s words broke into his thoughts.

      “I don’t have a phone. I’ll drive into town tomorrow.”

      “You can use mine. But I’m surprised you don’t have a cell phone.”

      Her eyes were almost the same color as the shiny mahogany furniture he’d purchased for his office in Houston, then sold three weeks ago for a tenth of the price.

      “I got rid of my phone.” Before he’d left the city, he’d sold all his possessions except his car and clothes.

      “Oh. Well, use my phone, then. Anytime.” Her lips broke into a wide grin and dimples formed in her cheeks.

      “No, I’ll wait.” The urge to outline one of the small indentations with the tip of his finger made him uneasy, then suddenly overwhelmed him.

      “Cal does need the work. You’ll be doing him a favor.”

      Her genuine kindness made him want to crush her to his chest and kiss her soft lips. Instead he stared at her. A smudge beneath her right eye caught his attention. Before he could stop himself, he reached out and traced it gently with his index finger.

      Her long, lush lashes feathered against his skin and his breath came in ragged spurts. Meg’s eyes widened and he counted five full respirations before she pulled back.

      “There’s a smudge under your eye. It’s still there.”

      Meg felt her hand tremble as she brought it up to her face. Steve’s fingers were warmer than she’d expected. She rubbed hard at her skin. “Did I get it all?” She glanced down and wished her hand would quit shaking, but she knew it wouldn’t while his eyes were holding her captive.

      “Yeah, it looks like it.”

      Steve turned his head slightly, and Meg noticed a tiny heart-shaped mole on his jawline. She nibbled her bottom lip and forced her gaze to his jacket.

      “You’re so dusty. What did you do, climb into that old fireplace?”

      Steve brushed at his coat, causing tiny clouds of soot to float in the air. He studied her for a moment. “No. I got this from just walking around the place. Why’s your hair wet?” His fingers caught a wayward strand, then let go.

      “I splashed my face, hoping it would make me feel better. I’m exhausted. Remember med school? Eyelids grainy from no sleep and feeling like hell? Guess that’s how my mascara got where it’s not supposed to be.”

      Meg brushed back her damp hair, wondering how bad she really looked, and upset with herself for caring.

      “Med school…seems like a long time ago.” Steve cleared his throat. “There’s not enough time to learn everything.”

      “I felt the same way. But then eventually everything slides into—”

      “Sometimes. I’d better get going.” Steve folded the note with Cal’s number in half and slipped it in his coat pocket.

      Meg shifted. She couldn’t let him leave. Even though she was really tired and apprehensive, she had plans for Steve Hartly.

      Chapter Three

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