Cowboy Vet. Pamela Britton

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      Chapter Three

      She’d impressed him.

      Jessie wanted to punch the air as she exited the post-op stall ahead of Dr. Sheppard. She didn’t, but it was damn hard not to smile.

      The smell of fresh pine shavings filled the air, the horizontal aluminum bars that allowed people to see into the stalls gleaming in the late-morning light. It was a state-of-the-art barn, complete with closed-circuit cameras, heaters and even giant fans for those days when the Los Molinos mercury rose too high.

      “So,” she said, leaning against the bars and staring at the mare and foal. The foal was trying hard to stay balanced on his new legs. “When do you want me to start?”

      No answer.

      “Well?” she asked, glancing at him, her euphoria at a job well done making her bold.

      “Jessie,” he said, lifting his hat and running a hand through his hair. “I appreciate your help today, but I’m still not going to hire you.”

      “You’re kidding me,” she said in disbelief. “For goodness’ sake, Rand, you couldn’t have done that surgery without me.”

      “That’s not true,” he said, crossing his arms. He stared down at her in that serious way of his. The expression always made her uncomfortable. “Brandy could have helped.”

      “And lost you valuable time. That girl doesn’t know OB pullers from a lead rope.”

      “She doesn’t need to know,” he said. “I could have told her what was needed.”

      Jessie stared up at him. “Look,” she said, placing her hands on her hips. His eyes darted downward.

      She stiffened.

      Had he just—?

      Nah, she told herself. He hadn’t just looked at her breasts. No way. Dr. Rand Sheppard wouldn’t give her a second glance.

      She pulled her shoulders back nonetheless, under the pretext of hooking her thumbs in her belt loops, her elbows bent so that her breasts strained against the white T-shirt she’d worn beneath her beat-up jacket.

      He glanced down again, only this time his eyes narrowed and he frowned, his mouth a flat line. “Look at what?”

      He was checking her out.

      Jessie couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t happy about it, she could tell, but that’s what he’d just done.

      She pulled her shoulders back even more, thrusting a hip out for good measure. “Look,” she said, making her voice softer, “I understand you don’t like me.” But you like my breasts. “Let’s put that aside for a moment,” she said rocking slightly. “You’re in a bind.”

      “I could hire somebody tomorrow if I wanted to.”

      “Then why don’t you?” she asked.

      “Because they’re not qualified. Everyone who’s applied so far has no experience and minimal education.”

      “Which just proves my point…or the point I was about to make. Hire me until a qualified applicant comes along.”

      He glanced down. And there it was again: the look. The one he tried too hard to deny—sexual interest.

      He found her attractive.

      In-ter-resting.

      “If you find someone tomorrow, I’ll leave,” she added. “But I’ll stay as long as you need me.”

      “I still don’t think—”

      “Rand,” she said, clutching his arm.

      He acted as if she’d touched him with a twelve-gauge needle.

      “Don’t—” he pulled back “—touch me.”

      Her eyes widened in surprise.

      After all these years. After all the surly expressions. All the barbed comments. All the sarcastic retorts. He found her attractive.

      “Sor-ry,” she said. She tried unsuccessfully to suppress a smile.

      “I don’t like to be touched,” he muttered.

      “That must play hell on your love life.”

      He didn’t answer.

      She bit back a laugh. “As I was about to say,” she resumed, “I don’t mind being temporary help. Heck, it’ll give me experience I can put on my résumé. Or are you willing to put the lives of the animals at risk by having someone like Brandy assist while you’re out on calls?”

      His lips went tight.

      She knew she had him then.

      “I’ll bow out of your clinic the minute you find a suitable replacement.”

      A horse neighed, the answering calls momentarily filling the barn. Rand turned away, staring down the long aisle.

      “Fine,” СКАЧАТЬ