The Cowboy's Valentine Bride. Patricia Johns

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      The back door to the ranch house opened and shut, and there was the soft murmur of voices. He couldn’t make out who the nurse was...not that it mattered. He shifted again, closing his eyes against the wave of pain. Brody heard a noise behind him, and he reluctantly turned.

      Kaitlyn Harpe stood at the door to the sitting room, her arms crossed over her chest. Her auburn hair hung in loose waves around her shoulders, dark eyes fixed on him uncertainly. She looked nervous to be here—and rightfully so.

      “You? Seriously?” Brody wasn’t normally this much of a jerk, and he resented the words as soon as they came out of his mouth, but with the pain, his verbal filter seemed to be missing.

      “I get that I’m not your first choice, but there aren’t a whole lot of nurses available in Hope,” she replied with a small smile.

      Yeah, that was an understatement. Hope, Montana, was a small ranching community, and while there were two large animal veterinarians in town, medical care for people was a little sparser. Before Kaitlyn went to nursing school, her aunt Bernice was the only other nurse in town. He’d half expected to see the older woman.

      Under different circumstances, he might have considered himself lucky. He’d known Kate for years and thought of her as a little sister. She’d always been sweet with a quirky sense of humor, and until recently, he would have described her as honest, too, but she’d gone along with the lie his friends and family had told him while he was away—namely that he still had a fiancée. But Nina had married his best friend, Brian, while he’d been dodging bullets in Afghanistan, and everyone had kept silent about that little fact...so silent that he’d never suspected a thing. No one told him the truth until he’d been in the VA hospital in Fort Harrison for over a month. He’d been set to be released for Dakota and Andy’s wedding when that nasty infection set in. Nina still hadn’t visited, and he’d had enough. That was when his family admitted that Nina had married Brian a few months back.

      And now Nina’s sister was going to be his nurse while he recovered? It was adding insult to injury—literally.

      Brody looked past Kaitlyn to where his mother stood in the kitchen, stoically ignoring them. His mother, Millie, wore an apron over a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved turtleneck, and she was rolling out some dough on the island with enough muscle to wrestle down a steer. Whatever she was baking would be leather by the time she was done with it.

      “It’s good to see you.” Kaitlyn came into the room, those big brown eyes fixed on him with a conflicted expression. “I missed you.”

      “Yeah?”

      “Of course. No one else lets me cheat at poker.”

      She was making a joke, but he wasn’t in the mood. She’d been more than a silent bystander to the deception. She’d written him emails every couple of weeks since the day he left, and never once did she let on that anything had changed. At the end of every email, she’d said the same thing: Nina sends her love.

      “You didn’t think to tell me I was writing love letters to a married woman?” he asked. He didn’t have strength for pleasantries right now. They might as well get down to it.

      How many letters had he obliviously written to Nina since her marriage? Had she laughed at his humble attempts to put his heart on paper while he was out there in the desert? All of this while Nina’s own sister hadn’t even hinted that he might want to take a closer look.

      “Your parents said—” she began.

      “You all made a fool of me,” he interrupted. “If I’d known she was starting up with Brian, I could have saved myself some humiliation.”

      “And if after you learned the truth you lost heart out there and you’d been shot?” she demanded, something close to anger sparkling in those eyes. “We’d have blamed ourselves.”

      “You could have blamed Brian and Nina.” He shot her a sardonic smile. “I do.”

      Kaitlyn’s eyes misted and she shot him an irritated look. “You aren’t funny, and if you’d been dead, the moral high ground wouldn’t have been much comfort. No one wanted to keep the secret, you know. We all felt terrible about it—”

      “Except Nina, of course.” He couldn’t help the bitterness in his tone. Nina had been busy getting married to another guy...and not just any guy—his best friend.

      “Brody, I’m not my sister.” Something in her voice gave him pause, and he heaved a sigh. No, she wasn’t her sister, and Nina was the one who started this whole thing, but Kaitlyn could have gone against the tide and leveled with him.

      “It’s just that, of all people, Kaitlyn, I figured I could count on you to tell me the truth. There were a few times when I got suspicious, but then I’d get an email from you, and I’d think that it was okay because I could trust you. You’d fill me in if there was something I needed to know. But Nina always sent her love, right?”

      Kaitlyn blushed and looked away for a moment. They’d been friends. He’d called her his “overly serious Kate” because she’d taken her studies so seriously, and he’d always tried to distract her while he waited for Nina to get ready to go out. He’d always won that tussle between responsibility and fun, and she’d push her books aside and turn those chocolate brown eyes on to him. Having her full, overly serious attention had felt good—too good. But he knew the line and he’d never flirted with it. Nina had always taken forever to get ready, but Kaitlyn made the wait fun. They’d laughed at the same jokes and talked about life, and he’d given her advice on some boyfriend who wasn’t up to snuff. And of all people, he’d trusted Kaitlyn to be above that kind of deception.

      “We all protected you,” Kaitlyn said after a moment. “It wasn’t ideal, I get that, but it was all we could think of. Whether you believe it or not, we were doing this because we wanted you home safe.” She crouched in front of the foot stool where his leg rested. “Speaking of which, let me take a look.”

      Brody sighed and nodded his approval. It wasn’t like he had much choice anyway. He obviously needed a nurse to aid his recovery, and as she’d pointed out, he couldn’t exactly be picky.

      Her touch was light and discreet as she uncovered the bandaged wounds. He’d been lucky—no broken bones—but the shrapnel had gone deep into the muscle and the multiple surgeries to retrieve it had left the doctors uncertain if there would be nerve damage or not. That thought scared him. He was born on a ranch and raised on horseback. What was he going to do if he had nerve damage? Riding a horse or returning to the army, he’d need this leg to cooperate. Maybe the fact that it hurt so badly was a good sign—nerves screaming their existence, if nothing else.

      “I still can’t believe Dakota married Andy,” Brody said bitterly, wincing as the gauze caught on some stiches. When he’d left, his sister thoroughly loathed Andy, and now they were married. Everything had changed in one short year, and home felt foreign.

      Kaitlyn replaced the gauze and taped it back down. “Something happened on that cattle drive—that’s all we know. What can you do?”

      “He single-handedly ruined our land,” Brody said. “She can’t be in love with him.”

      Kaitlyn rocked back on her heels and eyed Brody for a long moment until he looked away. Then she sighed and pushed herself to her feet.

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