The Heart of a Cowboy. Trish Milburn
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Название: The Heart of a Cowboy
Автор: Trish Milburn
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Blue Falls, Texas
isbn: 9781474002127
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The fire trucks coming up the driveway halted Penelope’s flight in that direction. She changed course, only to find herself cornered against the corral fence on one side, Garrett’s dad on another and finally Garrett as he stumbled out of the barn.
Penelope spun, panic driving her movements, her need to flee. Garrett’s heart nearly stopped when he saw a large sliver of wood protruding from the horse’s side. They had to calm her down and get the vet out here, while making sure the barn didn’t burn down and the other horses didn’t break from where he and his dad had tied them several yards down the fence line.
Out of the corner of his eye, Garrett saw the firefighters hopping out of the trucks and retrieving hoses and gear. But even if the barn burned down to a pile of ash, he had to keep his attention on Penelope. He hated to see an animal in pain, and he couldn’t let her injure herself further. He couldn’t stand the idea of his sister coming home from her belated honeymoon to find her horse severely injured or worse.
“Easy, girl,” he said, trying to sound soothing even though his heart was doing its best to beat out of his chest. He slowly moved closer to Penelope, continuing to talk to the frightened animal.
It took what felt like forever to get Penelope calmed down enough that Garrett figured she wouldn’t injure herself further. But if the thunder kept up or the fire grew any bigger, he wasn’t betting she wouldn’t break free again and run until she collapsed or bled to death.
His dad didn’t have to be told to go call Dr. Franklin. He just headed for the house once he saw Garrett had Penelope under control.
With another roll of thunder, the heavens finally turned on the spigot and rain started falling harder. It took less than a minute for Garrett’s clothes to be soaked through, but he didn’t move.
His dad stalked back across the yard. “Doc Franklin is out of town, so I put a call in to Dr. Smith over in Fredericksburg. But his answering service said he’s out on another call. We’re next up.”
The way Penelope was bleeding and breathing hard, they needed help sooner. He glanced back over his shoulder but didn’t see flames anymore. Thank God for that. He returned his attention to his dad.
“Watch her. I’ve got an idea.”
He raced into the house and grabbed the phone. Since he’d been at the Wildflower Inn earlier and didn’t think Natalie was staying there, he called the next best guess for where she was staying.
“Country Vista Inn,” a female voice answered.
“Natalie Todd’s room, please.”
When the person on the other end of the line didn’t come back with a “There’s no one staying here by that name,” instead connecting him with a room, he almost breathed a sigh of relief. But when the phone rang several times with no answer, he started pacing and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Come on, pick up.”
As if she heard him, Natalie’s sleepy voice said, “Hello?”
Despite all the potential catastrophes currently in play, for a moment he stood there imagining her in bed, that blond hair rumpled, her feminine curves clothed in something soft and barely there.
Good grief, he needed to get laid.
“Natalie, it’s Garrett Brody. Sorry to wake you, but I need your help.”
She didn’t immediately respond, and for a moment he wondered if she’d fallen back asleep.
“My help?”
“You’re a vet, and I have a badly injured horse.”
“Doesn’t Blue Falls have a vet?”
“Dr. Franklin is out of town, and the backup from Fredericksburg is already on another call. And Chloe’s horse has a big piece of wood piercing her side.”
He heard movement on the other end of the call and imagined her swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.
“Please tell me you’re like Dr. Franklin and pack medical supplies with you wherever you go,” he said.
“I do,” Natalie said through a yawn. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Thank goodness for small miracles. He headed back outside to tell his dad the news, determined not to imagine Natalie arriving in her skimpy sleepwear and bed-tousled hair. Damn if he didn’t get a raging hard-on at that image. This time, he was thankful to be doused by the cold rain.
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