Baby, Drive South. Stephanie Bond

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СКАЧАТЬ and pushed hard to escape his embrace. “Mr. Armstrong, let go of me,” she said, although her voice sounded breathy and weak, even to her own ears.

      “Porter!” Marcus shouted from the door. When Nikki turned to see both the older Armstrong brothers charging toward them, she realized they’d returned and witnessed the kiss. By the time the men had reached them, though, Porter had released her and his head lolled to the side. He was out cold.

      “I’m sorry, Dr. Salinger,” Kendall said. “Are you okay?”

      She nodded, but she was still shaken—more by her reaction to the kiss than the kiss itself. After Darren’s betrayal, she’d promised herself she’d be immune to the charms of men, yet here she was trembling like a virgin.

      “My little brother has the manners of a mule,” Marcus said, his voice thick with disgust.

      “It’s probably the medication,” she murmured, trying to gather herself, but not succeeding. She pressed her fingers to her mouth in an attempt to erase the imprint of Porter Armstrong’s lips on hers. Her face burned. The brothers studied her, as if they suspected she might bolt.

      Indeed, she was considering it.

      “How can we help you?” Kendall asked hopefully.

      She touched her hand to her forehead, forcing herself to focus. “His lower leg bone is broken. You can provide some leverage so I can set it.”

      With their help, she set the bone relatively quickly and confirmed its position with another X-ray. Then she bathed her patient’s leg and swollen ankle with antiseptic, and wrapped cotton strips from his instep to just below his knee. Next came wet lengths of fiberglass cloth over the cotton, which dried quickly to form the cast. She’d hoped the rote movements would allow her to distance herself from the man she was administering to, but the amazing kiss kept flashing in her mind like a stuttering synapse, and the adhesive mixture made her light-headed. She felt flustered throughout and was never so glad to be finished with a procedure.

      But then she had to bathe the scrapes and scratches on his chest and arms, which required even more contact, to areas that were even more…pleasing. Porter Armstrong’s physique was lean, with long, well-developed muscles—a very nice specimen. His pectoralis major and rectus abdominis were particularly appealing, but his deltoids were noteworthy as well. It was nerve-wracking to administer to him under the scrutiny of his two concerned brothers, but at last she was satisfied he wasn’t going to be infected by whatever branches and stones he’d come into contact with during the fall. She snapped off her rubber gloves.

      “He’s going to be okay?” Marcus asked.

      She smiled. “As far as I can tell, although he should be monitored overnight for a fever or pain that might indicate internal bleeding. He should wake up within an hour or so,” she said, dousing her hands with sanitizing gel. “I saw the water tower driving in. He’s a very lucky man to have sustained such minor injuries from a fall like that.”

      Marcus frowned. “One day our little brother is going to push his luck too far.”

      Kendall elbowed Marcus, as if he didn’t want him airing family squabbles. “It’s kind of you to do this after such a long day, Dr. Salinger. You must be tired and hungry.”

      “I am,” she admitted.

      “The men are planning a barbecue tonight in the meadow to welcome our guests,” Marcus said. “We hope you’ll come.”

      After her unsettling encounter with Porter Armstrong, she needed some time alone to assess her decision to come to Sweetness. In hindsight, she hadn’t thought through the emotional ramifications of picking up and moving across several states to literally build a practice from scratch. And from the conversation she’d overheard earlier, it seemed as if everyone in Sweetness wouldn’t be exactly welcoming of her services. She was starting to think she wasn’t ready for a fresh start—not in a place where it seemed her ego was doomed to take a beating.

      “If you don’t mind,” she said, “I’m going to skip the barbecue and get settled in for the night.”

      “We saved one of the nicer rooms for you,” Kendall said, his voice eager. He handed her a key with the number 225.

      “Your bags have been carried up,” Marcus added.

      Both of them were looking at her like hopeful little boys.

      “Thank you,” she said. “I’m going to freshen up, then I’ll be back to check on your brother. He seems like the type who will fight coming out from under the sedation. You should stay with him so he doesn’t hurt himself.”

      “We will,” Kendall said. “Thank you, Dr. Salinger.”

      “Yes, thank you, Dr. Salinger,” Marcus said, pumping her hand. “I can’t tell you how happy we are that Sweetness has a physician.”

      Nikki wet her lips. “I heard some men talking earlier about a Dr. Riley?”

      “Riley Bates,” Kendall said. “He’s not a doctor. He gives the men home remedies for minor ailments.”

      Great. She’d be competing with a witch doctor.

      “There’s no conflict,” Marcus assured her. “Everyone is glad you’re here.”

      But from the brothers’ forced smiles, she got the feeling they’d also heard unhappy rumblings among the men about having a “female doctor.”

      “Don’t hang my shingle just yet, gentlemen. Now that I’ve seen your town, I have some thinking to do.” Nikki picked up her doctor’s bag and trudged toward the door. Maybe she’d feel better after a long, hot shower.

      Assuming this place had hot water.

      This place had no hot water.

      Nikki shivered under the shower head, her teeth chattering uncontrollably. After a long, sweaty day, the icy blast had felt refreshing…for about five seconds. Then the cold needles had penetrated her skin and stabbed down to her bones. She hurriedly shampooed her hair and lathered her skin, but it was far from the leisurely bathing experience she’d been looking forward to. She jumped out and wrapped herself in a towel. Still shivering, she walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom she’d been assigned to.

      Admittedly, it was a beautiful room, simply decorated with a new black wooden bed and matching wardrobe, plus a red upholstered couch and two cream-colored upholstered chairs around a simple black coffee table. It was a corner room, with two large windows. The sun was on a slow descent into the western clouds, spilling pink and orange tones over a mountain range. When something akin to awe began to bleed into her chest, Nikki turned away. She didn’t want to fall in love with anything about Sweetness. Romantic sunsets did not make up for the lack of basics, like hot water and a medical facility.

      And her encounter with Porter Armstrong had affected her more deeply than she wanted to acknowledge. For most of her life, she’d been overlooked as a desirable woman, but she’d found acceptance as a medical professional. She’d hoped she was coming to a place where she could start over as a physician and make a difference. Instead, she’d immediately been reminded she didn’t measure up in the dateable department.

      And why was she surprised? The Armstrong brothers, after all, were hoping to attract women who wanted СКАЧАТЬ