A Baby On His Doorstep. Roz Fox Denny

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Taking out her cell phone, she phoned Lola Vickers, the former private duty nurse. “Hi, Lola, it’s Binney. Dr. Layton has a patient at City who’s going to need home care in a week or so. Can you take this job?”

      “No. Arthur called me. I’m retired. My husband and I plan to travel. Why can’t they get that through their heads?”

      “Oh, I didn’t know Dr. Layton had contacted you. Sorry.” She chewed the corner of her lower lip and eyed the man in the bed. “I know you turned the area over to me, Lola. I am free to take this assignment. It’s more that this patient wants a nurse with more experience. But I understand. Enjoy your trip. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

      Rio glared. “Did I question your experience? I just don’t want anybody caring for me at my ranch.” He rubbed the furrows that’d formed between his eyebrows. “Can you cut me some slack? I feel like I’m navigating through fog.”

      Binney reopened his record. “I see you are on a heavy-duty opioid. Are you aware that you sustained serious injuries? While you’re here you should let them do whatever they can to keep you pain-free. Really, though, I am happy to hear you’d rather not take painkillers. Once you get home and settled we can certainly start cutting back.” Jerking upright, she keyed out and guiltily met his searing gaze. “Uh, that’s providing you elect to hire me. I didn’t mean to be pushy. Dr. Layton called Lola Vickers, but she’s not available.”

      “Do I need to decide right now? I’ve been tossed off horses before, and even been kicked in the head. After those docs patched me up I recuperated on my own at the ranch. Anyway, the Lonesome Road, my ranch, is well named. It’s two hundred acres in the middle of nowhere.” He gestured with his hand and once again the IV lines rattled. “Someone like you would get bored there before a day passed.”

      She began backing toward the door. Seeing the shape he was in she probably shouldn’t take personally his reluctance to hire her. After she’d taken over from Lola as the only private duty nurse in the ranch community around Abilene, her jobs were mostly caring for ranchers or their wives following simple surgeries. There was Tom Parker, who’d been gored by a bull and gangrene had set in. Besides nursing she’d done their cooking so Tom’s wife could get their cattle to market. She could handle McNabb’s job.

      To be honest she felt rattled over the possibility of working for the fancied McNabb brother. Someone who had matured and had definitely gotten more muscular. Even amid all his casts and bandages, and with the scruff of a five o’clock shadow, Rio McNabb was still handsome as sin. Had he become better looking than Ryder? The deeper question—was he nicer?

      Quickly contemplating what it’d be like to share his home if it was as remote as he indicated, all while handling his most intimate needs, left her thinking this was probably a bad idea.

      She was almost out the door when Rio called, “Hey. In high school, did you date my brother?”

      The pain caused by that query even so many years later sent Binney spiraling in anger. But, loath to admit that his brother had stood her up, she stepped fully into the room again. “Are you kidding? I never garnered Ryder’s attention, although it wasn’t for the lack of my hoping to.”

      Rio might have responded, but Nurse Murphy came into the room and stopped to greet Binney. “Hey, hello. How’s Raenell Foster? I heard you were taking care of her after her heart attack. What a shock. She’s my age, you know. And she was never an ounce overweight. Nothing like me,” the woman said, patting her ample girth.

      “I completed my stint at the Fosters’.” Binney glanced at her watch. “In fact I’m filling a few shifts in ER until another outside job comes up. I’m working three to eleven tonight. Guess I’d better go grab the elevator to keep from clocking in late.” She dredged up a smile for Rio then peeled off the sterile gloves and gown she’d donned to enter ICU.

      Gertrude Murphy shot a furtive glance between her patient and Binney. “Oh, so you two are friends.” She broke into a wide smile. “Or more than friends? I forget you younger nurses have lives outside of the hospital. If you two are dating, feel free to stop back anytime.”

      Binney choked. “We’re not friends. Dr. Layton thought Mr. McNabb might have need of home nursing once he’s dismissed from here.” She wadded up her used gown. “He doesn’t think he’ll require home care.”

      “Of course he will.” Gertrude made a face. “Wait’ll the morphine wears off and we try to get him up to see if he can manage crutches. The tougher these cowboys are, the harder they go down. You’d better keep in touch.”

      “I’m not deaf,” Rio exclaimed, gray eyes thunderous. “And I don’t think I said for sure I wouldn’t need help, only that I didn’t want it. Dr. Layton or the resident said they’d be back to check me this evening. Earlier I wasn’t thinking straight. Now I have some definite questions for the doctor as to my prognosis. So, Binney...er, Nurse Taylor, keep in touch, okay?”

      She felt a childish urge to stick her tongue out at him. Instead she inclined her head, and murmured to Gertrude, “The hospital has my phone number and ER schedule.” With that, she spun away, dumping everything in the trash receptacle situated right outside his room.

      “It doesn’t sound as if you made a very good impression,” Gertrude chided, marching to Rio’s bedside.

      He scowled all the way through her taking and logging in his vital signs. He practically growled when she pulled a syringe from the deep pocket of her uniform. “No more shots for pain.”

      “Dr. Layton ordered a shot every three hours through tomorrow. Then he’ll reevaluate.”

      “The stuff you give me knocks me out cold.”

      She grinned. “That’s the point. Sleep facilitates healing. Come on. Don’t make me call in an orderly to hold you down.”

      Rio noticed pain had begun to seep back. “Is there a reason I need to sleep sitting up?”

      “You had a collapsed lung. You don’t want it deflating. I expect if all sounds good later, your surgeon will give us leeway to adjust the head of your bed. Between a tightly taped clavicle, a neck brace and recovering from a pneumothorax, sleeping reclined for the time being is preferable. Has anyone suggested you order a hospital bed to use at home?”

      “Yes.” His scowl deepened.

      “So is that what you and Binney were fussing at each other about?”

      “Were we fussing?” Rio didn’t care to tell a friend of Nurse Taylor’s that his irritation at the younger nurse centered on the fact she’d all but admitted to lusting after Ryder. Not that he wasn’t used to women flocking around his more flamboyant twin, like bees buzzing over a flowerpot. He wondered when it had started bothering him so much. Possibly when he heard admiration for his twin falling from the kissable lips of the attractive blonde nurse with the striking green eyes. Those eyes were memorable, and yet he couldn’t place her. Damn!

      Since his head had cleared a little, he searched his memory bank back to high school. It annoyed Rio that he continued to draw a blank when it came to Binney Taylor. He could phone Ryder on the PBR circuit and run her name by him. Given their last falling out, he quashed that thought. JJ was a bit older, but he might remember Binney Taylor. Or his fiancée, Rhonda, who’d also attended their high school.

      Why did any of this matter? Why waste time worrying about the past when he didn’t СКАЧАТЬ