A Marriage In Wyoming. Lynnette Kent

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      Alarms went off in Rachel’s head—he made it sound way too much like a date. But she could hardly retreat at this point. Maybe she could talk him into splitting the check.

      Garrett opened the door for her, a courtesy that upped her discomfort level. Then he pulled out a chair at the table and invited her to sit. Short of staging a fight, there wasn’t much she could do other than take the seat he offered.

      She met his gaze directly as he sat down across the table. “This isn’t a date.”

      His eyebrows rose. “Not technically. No.”

      That response didn’t reassure her. “Not even remotely.”

      He folded his arms on the table. “Would it be such a bad idea?”

      “We aren’t a couple. Aren’t going to be a couple.”

      “That’s a pretty sweeping prediction. We only met this morning. Do you dislike me so much already?”

      She had to tell the truth. “No, of course not. But the two of us are incompatible.”

      “I disagree. I think we’ve had a good day together.”

      A pretty, brown-haired woman came to their table. “Hey, Garrett. Long time no see.”

      “Hi, Terri. Yeah, we’ve been pretty busy out on the ranch with the kids plus the regular chores. Let me introduce you to the newest citizen in town—this is Dr. Rachel Vale. She’ll be operating the Bisons Creek Medical Clinic.”

      Terri’s face brightened. “I heard we were getting a doctor. Welcome! It will be so great to be able to visit a clinic in town when one of the kids has an ear infection instead of driving half an hour just to get a prescription.”

      Rachel smiled. “I’m glad to be here. I look forward to helping you out when you need medical advice.”

      “I’ll be sure to call. But for right now, what can I get you two to drink?”

      “Water,” she and Garrett both said at the same time.

      “Got it.” Terri scribbled on her notepad. “We still have some of the special available, which is meat loaf with mashed potatoes and gravy and Kate’s slow-cooked green beans. I’ll be back in a minute to take your orders.”

      “So,” Garrett said when the server had left, “you were going to tell me why we’re incompatible.”

      “We have different worldviews.” Rachel clasped her hands on the table. “As a minister, you operate on the assumption that faith will make things right. But as a doctor, I use science and facts to deal with the world.”

      Terri reappeared with a glass of water for each of them. “And what will you have to eat?”

      Once they both ordered the meat loaf, Rachel resumed her explanation. “People with such opposite perspectives can’t find common ground for a relationship.”

      Laughter sparked in his blue eyes. “Are you hoping to persuade me or yourself?”

      She glared at him. “You’re awfully sure I’m attracted to you, aren’t you?”

      “I wasn’t, till you started trying to convince me we can’t go on a simple date.”

      “There’s nothing simple about dating.”

      “So you’ve had some bad experiences?”

      “Hasn’t everybody had a bad date?”

      “Sure. A few years ago, I went out with a woman who brought her grandmother along with us to dinner.”

      Rachel had to laugh. “You’re kidding, right?”

      “At first, I figured her grandmother just wanted to check me out. But when Nana showed up for the second go-round, I decided I’d had enough of the two-for-one program.”

      “I’m not surprised.”

      “Especially since Nana monopolized every conversation with details of her surgical adventures.”

      “Oh, no.”

      “Can you top that?”

      “I don’t think so. Most of my bad dates were with guys who thought buying dinner entitled them to play doctor afterward.”

      “Rude.” He waited while Terri set their plates down and left again. “I promise to keep my hands to myself.” After a moment, he winked. “Tonight.”

      Rachel frowned at him. “You’re a problem.”

      They ate in silence for a few minutes, giving the delicious food the appreciation it deserved. “At least now I know where to come for a decent meal,” she said when her hunger had been eased. “I don’t have to depend on peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches.”

      “You’re not a cook?”

      “I can make a salad, boil pasta or bake a potato in the microwave. Being a doctor hasn’t offered much opportunity to develop complex cooking skills.”

      “So what do you do on your days off?”

      “There haven’t been many of those. But I usually go for a run if I’ve got an hour of daylight. And I like to read.”

      Garrett grinned at her. “See, we do have something in common. I like to read, too. What do you read?”

      “Not religious texts.”

      “We were talking about free time. And you’re determined to pigeonhole me, aren’t you?”

      She pushed her empty plate away. “I’m a doctor. That role defines my whole life. You’re a minister. Wouldn’t you say the same?”

      “But you’re also a runner and a reader. And probably a few other things I’ve yet to discover. I’m a minister, yes, but I also work on a ranch. I rode bucking broncs in the rodeo. I volunteer with at-risk kids. I’m a brother and soon to be a brother-in-law to a friend of yours. Do you have family?”

      Rachel swallowed hard. “No.”

      He studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowed. “You lost somebody recently.”

      She shook her head. “Not so recent. My mom died two years ago.”

      “I’m sorry.” His voice was gentle. “You still miss her.”

      Just like that, tears stung her eyes. For something to do, Rachel picked up her glass and took a long swallow of water. Blinking hard, she said, “Sorry. I must be tired.”

      “No problem. Losing a parent is tough. If you ever want to talk about it, I’ll be glad to listen.”

      “That’s okay.” She sent him a forced smile. “I’m fine.”

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