Untamed Cowboy. Maisey Yates

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      The two of them had decided to become veterinarians together after they’d successfully saved the squirrel. And Bennett had never wavered.

      He was a constant. A sure and steady port in the storm of life.

      And when her feelings for him had started to shift and turn into more, she’d done her best to push them down because he was her whole world, and she didn’t want to risk that by introducing anything as volatile as romance.

      She’d seen how that went. Her parents’ marriage was a reminder of just how badly all that could sour. It wasn’t enough to make her swear off men, but it was enough to make her want to keep her relationship with Bennett as it was.

      But that didn’t stop the attraction.

      If it were as simple as deciding not to want him, she would have done it a long time ago. And if it were as simple as being with another man, that would have worked back in high school when she had committed to finding herself a prom date and losing her virginity so she could get over Bennett Dodge already.

      It had not worked. And the sex had been disappointing.

      So here she was, fixating on his muscles while he helped an animal give birth.

      Maybe there wasn’t a direct line between those two things, but sometimes it felt like it. If all other men could just...not be so disappointing in comparison to Bennett Dodge, things would be much easier.

      She looked away from him, making herself useful. Gathering syringes, and anything she would need to clear the calf of mucus that might be blocking its airway. Bennett hadn’t said anything, likely for Dave’s benefit, but she had a feeling he was worried about the health of the heifer. That was why he needed her to see to the calf as quickly as possible, because he was afraid he would be giving treatment to its mother.

      She spread a blanket out that was balled up and stuffed in the corner—unnecessary, but it was something to do. Bennett strained and gave one final pull and brought the calf down as gently as possible onto the barn floor.

      “There he is,” Bennett said, breathing heavily. “There he is.”

      His voice was filled with that rush of adrenaline that always came when they worked jobs like this.

      She and Bennett ran the practice together, but she typically held down the fort at the clinic and saw smaller domestic animals like birds, dogs, cats and the occasional ferret.

      Bennett did large animals, cows, horses, goats and sometimes llamas. They had a mobile unit for things like this.

      But when push came to shove, they helped each other out.

      And when push came to pulling a calf out of its mother they definitely helped.

      Bennett took care of the cord and then turned his focus back to the mother.

      Kaylee moved to the calf, who was glassy-eyed, and not looking very good. But she knew from her limited experience with this kind of delivery that just because they came out like this didn’t mean they wouldn’t pull through.

      She checked his airway, brushing away any remaining mucus that was in the way. She put her hand back over his midsection and tried to get a feel on his heartbeat. “Bennett,” she said, “stethoscope?”

      “Here,” he said, taking it from around his neck and flinging it her direction. She caught it and slipped the ear tips in, pressing the diaphragm against the calf, trying to get a sense of what was happening in there.

      His heartbeat sounded strong, which gave her hope.

      His breathing was still weak. She looked around at the various tools, trying to see something she might be able to use. “Dave,” she said to the man standing back against the wall. “I need a straw.”

      “A straw?”

      “Yes. I’ve never tried this before, but I hear it works.”

      She had read that sticking a straw up a calf’s nose irritated the system enough that it jolted them into breathing. And she hoped that was the case.

      Dave returned quickly with the item that she had requested, and Kaylee moved the straw into position. Not gently, since that would defeat the purpose.

      You had to love animals to be in her line of work. And unfortunately, loving them sometimes meant hurting them.

      The calf startled, then heaved, its chest rising and falling deeply, before it started to breathe quickly.

      Kaylee pulled the straw out and lifted her hands. “Thank God.”

      Bennett turned around, shifting his focus to the calf for the first time and away from the mother. “Breathing?”

      “Breathing.”

      He nodded, wiping his forearm over his forehead. “Good.” His chest pitched upward sharply. “I think Mom is going to be okay too.”

      They stood watching for a moment as the calf stood up on shaky limbs, taking its first few tentative steps. It was all a good sign, but they had both seen enough to know that there was no such thing as out of the woods.

      “Give me a call,” Bennett said to Dave. “If you need anything, anytime of night, give me a call.”

      “I will. I’m going to set up in here tonight.”

      “Good. If he makes it through the night... Well, the odds will be pretty good from here.”

      Dave shook his head. “I didn’t know how stressful all this was.”

      “I know people don’t understand,” Bennett said. “How you can care so much about animals you raised for food. But I know. They’re your livelihood, and your whole life on top of it.”

      Dave nodded. “They are.”

      He shook Bennett’s hand, then turned and shook Kaylee’s too. As his hand close over hers she realized what a mess she was. She looked down and saw that her skin was streaked with the aftereffects of touching the recently birthed cow. A fine accessory to go with her flirty date dress.

      They collected their gear, and Kaylee followed Bennett outside.

      They both looked...well, a little bit ragged.

      “You’re wearing a dress,” he said again.

      Yes, she supposed that bore paying attention to, considering her typical uniform was plaid button-up shirts and worn jeans. If she was feeling really fancy maybe a belt with some rhinestones on it.

      “I was on a date, Bennett,” she said, articulating the Ts a bit more sharply than necessary.

      “Were you?” he asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest and leaning against the truck.

      She pushed her now-completely-tangled red hair off her face. “I was.”

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