A Cowboy's Christmas Reunion. Sasha Summers

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      Hunter bit back his smile. “Did she say no?”

      Eli shook his head, then shrugged. “She didn’t say anything.”

      “You should ask her again. You might have surprised her. What did you say?”

      “I don’t know.” He paused, thinking. “Something like, ‘Have lunch with me at the next show.’”

      Hunter nodded, fighting the urge to laugh.

      “She just stood there, staring at me.” Eli looked at his paper.

      “Did you ask her or tell her?”

      Eli tapped his pencil again. “I think I asked her.”

      “Ask her again.”

      Eli frowned at his paper, the pencil tapping faster. “It’s no big deal. I gotta get this done.”

      “Need help?”

      Eli shook his head.

      Hunter sat, trying to stare at his computer. His son had his first crush and he didn’t know what to tell him. He thought Dara was a nice enough girl, but they were both so young. And shy. Eli had probably scared the shit out of her, at the very least surprised her. But Hunter knew better than to push. If Eli was done talking about it, then they were done talking about it. Eli had homework and so did he.

      He had a good group of fourth-year vet students, partly because he was so hard on them. The semester might be winding down, but clinical rotations weren’t. Not like the patients disappeared because it was winter break. If his students didn’t like it, they could take a look at the long waiting list of eager candidates waiting for any open spot to remind them of how lucky they were to be there, working through the holidays.

      He leaned back in his chair, propped his feet up and logged on to the University of East Texas website, then the College of Veterinary Medicine intranet to access his files. He had two classes of finals to grade and his caseload of patient files to review. His fourth-year students were doing most of the patient charting, but he had to check each and every note.

      Most were spays and neuters. A couple of dogs with parvovirus. He glanced over their charts. Poor dogs had to be isolated and hooked up to an IV to keep hydrated. It was expensive to cure and messy to treat. All it took was one easy vaccination to prevent the whole thing.

      He clicked ahead, skimming the fourth years’ notes. No errors so far. He closed those files, then opened Mars’s file. They were all getting attached to the sweet yellow Labrador. She’d been with them for two weeks now. Her owners had carried her in, bleeding and limp, after she’d been hit by a car. He hoped her paralysis was temporary, but the dog wasn’t improving the way he’d expected. They’d have to perform a cesarean soon. He didn’t have much hope for the three puppies she carried, but he prayed Mars survived. He added a note to schedule the surgery for next week and closed the file.

      “Dad,” Eli said. “Did Uncle Fisher get the four-wheelers back?”

      “Yes.” He glanced at his son. “But you’re not driving them.”

      “Uncle Fisher would let me.” Eli frowned. “And Uncle Archer and Uncle Ryder would let me, too.”

      “They might. But they’re not your father.” He nodded. “You’d best not bother them about it too much, or you’ll end up working this weekend.”

      Eli smiled. “They wouldn’t make me do that. I’m their favorite nephew.”

      “You’re their only nephew.” He chuckled.

      “Harsh, Dad.” He laughed, too, then turned back to his homework.

      “You’ll always be their favorite.” He worried about teasing his son sometimes.

      “I know.” Eli arched an eyebrow, grinning.

      Hunter shook his head, but he smiled. God, he loved his boy.

      He was lucky—he knew it. He had a job he loved. The research he and his brothers had been doing on the ranch had led to a partnership with the state agricultural agency. Their hard work and dedication had made Boone Ranch one of the biggest conservation and rehabilitation sites in this part of the country. They’d had a plan, a good plan. And once Hunter had a plan, he stayed with it until the end.

      Losing Jo hadn’t been part of the plan. And nothing had ever hurt like that.

       Jo.

      He fisted his hands, wishing he could stop wanting her, needing her. She was here, so close, yet still out of his reach. Seeing her now reminded him of everything he’d had and lost. Thinking about her wouldn’t bring her back, wouldn’t change what he’d done—

      “Do you still love her, Dad?” Eli was looking at him.

      He hadn’t realized that he wasn’t looking at his computer anymore. His gaze had wandered, and he’d been blindly staring out the window.

      “I’m supposed to go to Tommy’s house tomorrow night. Remember?” Eli asked. “Don’t want to leave you alone if it’ll be...weird,” Eli finished.

      Fisher had already told them he wouldn’t be coming, but he hadn’t offered up an explanation.

      Hunter glanced at his son. “Guess it’s a good thing her dad’s coming for dinner, too.”

      “Why?” Eli asked.

      “Because when Jo and I are alone, we tend to fight.”

      * * *

      JOSIE WAS TIRED. And stressed. And tired of being stressed. And now she was getting a headache. Probably because she was heading to dinner with the love of her life and the only person she’d ever hated. Not hated...just actively disliked. That was why she’d made her father and Annabeth promise not to bring up anything to do with Amy. Or Hunter. She didn’t like who she was, how she felt, where Amy was concerned.

      “Holy crap,” Josie breathed as she pulled through the huge stone entranceway, the intricate wrought-iron gate open wide. This was nothing like the Boone ranch she remembered. This was something else. She drove slowly, following the twisting limestone drive until she reached three outbuildings.

      One was obviously a ranger station. It was elevated, with a two-story ladder the only way up. A small building sat next to it, a long ranch house of sorts with two large trucks parked beside it. Then there was the main building, several stories tall, all wood and native stone and rather impressive.

      Almost as impressive as the man sitting on the porch. She sighed. Hunter sat, a laptop on his knees. He looked gorgeous—and a little bit dangerous to what remained of her heart.

      She put the car in Park, trying not to stare as he smiled at her. He closed the laptop and walked down the steps to greet her.

      The throbbing in her head was matched by the pounding of her heart. Whether СКАЧАТЬ