Puppy Love In Thunder Canyon. Christyne Butler

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      “Wow, how did you know she was standing there?” the woman asked, drawing his attention back to her.

      “He’s got eyes in the back of his head,” his secretary quipped as she stepped around them and headed for his desk. “It’s something they must teach them in medical school.”

      Thomas did what he always did when Marge got mouthy. Ignored her. She’d come with the office, having worked for his predecessor for a dozen years, and knew the inner workings of the hospital like the back of her hand. Thomas had only been at TC General two years and he’d be lost without her.

      Concentrating on getting the woman back on her feet, he rose and held out one hand. “Do you think you can stand?”

      “Of course I can.”

      She grabbed his wrist with a surprisingly strong grip, and pushed to her feet. He couldn’t help but notice the dark polish on her bare toes, the snug fit of her jeans over curvy hips or how the loose ruffled neckline of her blouse had slipped to reveal one bare shoulder.

      “Annabel, are you sure you’re okay?” Forrest asked.

      She turned her head, sending long waves of blond hair flying, covering that shoulder. “Yes, I’m fine.”

      Thomas swallowed hard and pulled from her heated touch, refocusing his attention on his patient and the reason he was here.

      “I don’t mind your girlfriend being at your appointment, Mr. Traub—” he moved to sit at his desk, not surprised to find Marge had already left the office, closing the door behind her “—but a dog is a different matter entirely.”

      “She’s not my—”

      “Oh, I’m not his girlfriend.” The woman dropped into the second empty chair. “Forrest and I are practically family. I’m Annabel Cates.”

      Thomas tucked away the news these two weren’t involved, and why he even cared, to concentrate on finding out what exactly was going on. “Then what are you and your dog doing in my office, Miss Cates?”

      “Two reasons, moral support and a proposition you can’t refuse.”

       Chapter Two

      “Oh, and please call me Annabel. This is Smiley.” Thomas watched the oversize furball move to sit between her and his patient, ears flopping as it looked back and forth between the two. Then the mutt leaned toward Forrest. Thomas was about to call out, until he saw how the dog rested its chin lightly on Traub’s uninjured knee.

      “Smiley is a certified therapy dog,” she continued. “As his owner and handler, I’ve been trained and certified, as well. Because of Forrest’s injury, and his ongoing treatment, I thought Smiley might be able to help.”

      He looked back to the woman. “Help how?”

      “Therapy dogs are used to assist patients in dealing with the stress and uncertainty that comes with medical issues.”

      Thomas didn’t put much stock in therapy dogs—or meditation, or aromatherapy, or any number of other alternative therapies that floated around out there.

      All he believed in were cold, hard facts. And science.

      “Miss Cates, I really don’t have time for this. Your visit today is not authorized, by me or, I’m guessing, Mr. Traub, and is distracting to say the least.”

      “Oh, I don’t mean to be any trouble—”

      “You’ve already been that.” Thomas dropped his hand to the folder in the middle of his desk, drumming his thumb repeatedly on the cover. An action her dog apparently took as a cue to perch its large front paws on the edge of his desk and swat its large, fluffy tail at the shoulder of Forrest Traub.

      “Smiley, stop that and get down.” She gently tugged at her dog’s leash. “I’m so sorry, Dr. North. I promise you he never acts this way. I guess he must really like you.”

      “I doubt that.”

      The dog sat again and returned its attention to Forrest. Miss Cates did the same. “I guess this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe you can spend time with Smiley another day.”

      “I’d like you to stay.” Traub laid his hand back on the dog’s head. “Both of you.”

      Surprised by his patient’s request, Thomas studied him closely, silently admitting the animal did seem to be having an impact on the man.

      He and Forrest had only met twice before, the last time being a week ago when Thomas had performed a thorough examination of the ex-soldier’s injured leg. Forrest had been withdrawn and testy, speaking only when asked a direct question.

      In the subsequent reading of his military medical records, Thomas had found the former army sergeant had good reason for his surliness, having gone through hell after a roadside explosive destroyed the Humvee he was riding in during his last tour in Afghanistan.

      He’d been in and out of hospitals for the past year and still had not regained full use of his leg. Today though, he seemed more relaxed, a hint of a smile on his face as he continued to scratch the animal’s ears and neck.

      Of course, this had to be temporary. Depression was common in veterans, as was post-traumatic stress, and Thomas couldn’t see how patting a dog could counteract such difficult conditions. The only real cure for Forrest was in the skilled hands of a surgeon.

      At any rate, the man clearly enjoyed the dog’s company, so Thomas had no choice but to let the mongrel—and Miss Cates—stay.

      “Fine.” Thomas flipped open the folder. “We planned to discuss my findings and go over recommendations for further treatment. Are you comfortable discussing your condition in front of Miss Cates?”

      “Don’t worry about me. I’ve been present at doctor-patient consults before. Confidentiality isn’t an issue,” the blonde spitfire said with a wave of her hand. “I know how to keep a secret.”

      Thomas ignored her and waited for his patient to reply.

      “Yeah, go ahead,” Traub said.

      “The results are a bit complex and cover a lot of technical jargon—”

      “Get to the bottom line, doc.”

      Thomas did as requested. “You are going to need surgery. Again.”

      He waited, but Forrest’s only reaction to the news was the fisting of his free hand while the other continued to dig deep into the dog’s fur. Thomas glanced at Miss Cates, but her focus was on his ceiling as she blinked rapidly.

      “How soon?” Forrest asked.

      Thomas looked back at his patient. “The sooner the better. We can schedule you for next week.”

      The conversation continued for several minutes as Thomas outlined the presurgery preparations, what he planned to accomplish with the delicate procedure and the post-care СКАЧАТЬ