The Rebel Heir's Bride. Patricia Thayer

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СКАЧАТЬ me over you, Brady thought as his anger started to build. In truth, Sam had chosen his career over everyone. “Look, Luke, I thought you and I were okay with this. Whatever happened between our parents didn’t have anything to do with us.”

      Luke stared out into the valley. “I’m okay with you, and our partnership. It’s still hard sometimes.” He let go of a long breath. “But like Tess said, I’m back home now.” He turned to Brady. “And I finally got to meet my brother.”

      Brady wasn’t about to get all mushy over the reunion. “And about a million cousins. Man, is there something about this valley that causes all these kids?”

      Luke arched an eyebrow. “You got something against kids?”

      “I don’t mind one or two, but a squadron is a bit much.”

      Luke laughed. “I thought the same thing when I first came here. But they’re all great kids, and our cousins are good parents. I believe it’s because of their foster parent, Hank Barrett, who was a big influence on them. A lot more so than Jack Randell.”

      Brady smiled. “Oh, yeah, our uncle, the famous cattle rustler.”

      They both remained silent, reflecting on the past, when they spotted two riders. Brady recognized Tess on Lady and beside her another woman. A redhead with a familiar black hat.

      “Looks like we have company.” Luke leaned forward. “My Tess and your favorite doctor.”

      Brady groaned, but he found his pulse racing as he watched the two approach. Luke got out of the cart and went to his wife as she jumped down from her horse. Tess smiled at her husband, but when Brady turned his attention to Lindsey, she didn’t show him any kind of special feminine greeting.

      Good. He wasn’t going to be here long enough to get tangled up with a woman. She wasn’t his type, anyway. But as the redhead started toward him in her form-fitting jeans, cream-colored sweater and black nylon vest, his body suddenly called him a liar.

      “Good morning, Mr. Randell.”

      Okay, he liked her a little, especially her attitude. “Since you’ve had your hands all over my body, don’t you think you could call me Brady?”

      She stopped next to the golf cart. “And since you’re not that familiar with mine, you may call me Dr. Stafford.”

      He arched an eyebrow, letting his gaze speak for him. “The day isn’t over yet.”

      She finally smiled. “How about Lindsey?”

      “Oh, I don’t know, I’m kind of leaning toward sexy doc.”

      She frowned. “Only if you want me to hurt you.”

      He glanced toward his brother and sister-in-law to see they were out of earshot. “When it comes to a beautiful woman, the last thing I’m thinking about is pain.” He climbed out of the cart and stood in front of her. “I’m more a pleasure kind of guy.”

      Lindsey didn’t like Brady Randell so close, but she refused to back away. “How about we stop the innuendos and try to have a normal conversation?”

      He nodded. “Nice weather for a ride.”

      “Yes it is,” she told him. “Tess invited me to go along to help thin the mustang herd and check for injuries. We’re going to meet up with Hank Barrett and some of your cousins.”

      “So you’re going to play doc?”

      “I don’t play doctor.”

      He raised a hand. “I only meant I wish I could go along and see you in action. But all I’m traveling in these days is this cart.”

      Lindsey knew the confinement had to be hard for Brady. She glanced down at the new, smaller cast. “It looks like you’re making progress and will be back in the cockpit soon.”

      “That’s what I’m shooting for.”

      She could see the cocky determination on his face. No doubt he looked even more handsome in his flight jumpsuit. She glanced down at his worn jeans, then upward to his straw Stetson. He wasn’t a bad imitation of a cowboy, either.

      “Maybe if your doctor approves, you could go out for a short ride. Nothing strenuous, of course. But I bet Tess has a gentle mount.”

      “I’d take anything at this point.”

      “Can you drive a car, yet?”

      He nodded. “Since it’s my left foot, yes, but only if it’s an automatic. My ’67 Chevy Camaro back at the base is a stick shift.”

      She never doubted that for a second, or the fact that the vehicle was a hotrod. Brady Randell was definitely not her type. She was all about settling down, safety and animals. He was a death-defying jet jockey with no intention of letting grass grow under his boots. She looked up into his piercing eyes and her heart went crazy. Okay, speaking from a sensual aspect, this man was any woman’s type.

      She really needed to stay clear of him.

      “I should get going. I have appointments this afternoon.” She turned to find Tess lost in her husband’s arms. They were exchanging kisses and whispered lover’s secrets. The couple seemed unaware anyone else was around.

      Brady came up behind her. “Those two are like that all the time. I hate to say it, but it makes me a little jealous.”

      Lindsey felt Brady’s breath against her ear. The warmth of his large body shielded her from the cool morning. She closed her eyes momentarily. Yes, she longed to be part of a couple. To find the right man. Someday.

      Right now she had other things to think about. Top on her list was the true reason she’d come to San Angelo, and her time was limited to find the answers she needed. Getting involved with a man would only complicate matters. She finally moved away from temptation.

      “Tess,” she called. “We need to get going if we’re to meet up with Hank and the others.” She glanced at Brady. “I’m glad you’re doing well.”

      He leaned against his cane. “Like I said, I wish I was going with you, Doc.”

      “Maybe when your leg is healed,” she promised as she backed away. Was she crazy?

      “I’ll look forward to it,” he called. “I’ll work to make sure it’s soon.”

      Lindsey was still chiding herself when they reached the edge of the valley. There was high grass mixed in with thick native mesquite bushes. Ancient oak trees arched over the riding path like a canopy filtering the sunlight. The November day was brisk, causing her skin to tingle. She felt exhilarated.

      Her thoughts returned to Brady. She hadn’t expected to see him again so soon. He’d looked considerably better than the last time. He’d shaved and was dressed in jeans and a gray U.S. Air Force sweatshirt under his bomber jacket. In a cowboy hat, he looked cocky and sure of himself.

      “How are you holding up?” Tess asked as she rode up beside her.

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