He Calls Her Doc. Mary Brady

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ the years. In the distance, a flock of birds flew above the trees with the sun glistening off the white of their feathers.

      “Home.” Contentment like she hadn’t known in years swept through her. Soon, it wouldn’t matter that she had once been the little girl everyone called Maudie.

      As she reentered the building, Abby came toward her with a paper in her hand. “There’s two more coming in, Dr. DeVane. An ankle. Not too serious, by the sound of it. The other was kicked in the chest.”

      “Any details on the second one?” Kicked in the chest by a horse or a steer was often life threatening. Broken ribs. Punctured lungs. Bruised heart muscle. “Kicked by what?”

      “They say he seems fine, but he was apparently kicked by the other one.”

      “Hard enough to hurt an ankle?” Maude gave a small shudder as she thought of how that might have come about. “How soon?”

      “A few minutes. And there’s one more thing.”

      “Yes?”

      “They’re coming from Mountain High.”

      “But—” Maude stopped as pain rushed in and nearly took her breath away.

      “I’m sorry, Dr. DeVane. I know Henry was your friend.”

      “It’s okay.” Maude waved off the nurse’s concern and turned into the office. Someone had restarted Henry Daley’s business. When the young entrepreneur had died last summer, she had thought Mountain High Executive Services had died with him.

      She sat down to enter notes in Curly’s medical record, but tapped a pen tip on the clipboard instead. The first time she met Henry, he had tried to die on her. Before she got the chance to make a diagnosis, his arrogant, older, M.D. brother whisked the younger man away to another hospital.

      Henry…

      “Dr. DeVane?”

      Maude cleared the tightness from her throat and faced Abby. “Are they here?”

      “The van’s coming up the street. Carolyn’s still here and we’ll call if there’s something you need to see right away.”

      “Thanks, Abby,” Maude said as Abby hurried away.

      Maude repositioned the squeezy clip in the back of her wavy, shoulder-length brown hair. The clinic was old-fashioned in some respects, but the nurses, like Abby, and techs, like Carolyn, were as good as those at big-city clinics.

      They had to be; they cared for their neighbors every day.

      After a few minutes, the automatic doors opened, and a loud wail filled the clinic. Maude leaped from her chair and stepped out into the hallway to see Carolyn pushing a wheelchair filled with a mildly obese, fifty-something woman.

      “Is that the doctor? Help me, Doctor.” The woman reached toward Maude with outstretched hands.

      Carolyn, a small woman with big red glasses, an X-ray technician by training and one of Doc Avery’s long-standing assistants, patted the woman’s shoulder. “Dr. DeVane will be in as soon as I get you more comfortable, ma’am.”

      The woman wailed again, and the tech hurried her off to a treatment room.

      The outside doors whooshed open and Abby entered, pushing an empty wheelchair. The second patient walked beside her. When he saw Maude, the man touched a finger to the brim of an imaginary hat. “Hello, Dr. DeVane.” Grief touched his look.

      She led him toward the treatment room. “Mr. Hancock, I’ll be in to see you after the nurse gets you settled.” Jake had been the one who’d called her in Chicago about Henry’s fatal accident, but true to his tacit nature, she got few details. Jake must have somehow restarted Mountain High.

      Maude turned away and as she did, she noticed a man in the clinic doorway standing with his back to her. The glare of the bright sun pouring in the doorway outlined his tall form, his broad shoulders and trim waist, a man of her fantasies, if she ever had time for those anymore. The man lifted a folded piece of paper and tilted his head like—

      “Guy Daley.”

      The name escaped as her heart began to pound. She forced a breath in and out…remembering.

      In spite of the cold, his kiss had made her feel as if she were riding a wind on fire. Dangerous and exciting, it had left her soul scorched. But whatever she had thought she felt for this man, he had killed on that rainy Chicago night.

      He stepped forward out of the halo of sunlight into the artificially lit hallway, dressed in ranch-work clothes, his challenging gaze fixed on her. She found herself staring into dark eyes. Eyes she once gazed into wondering if there were feelings for her buried somewhere in the deep shadows.

      A primal urge arose in her, a craving she had wanted never again to have for this man. She crushed it.

      Fool me once…

      “Hello, Dr. Daley,” she said, glad her voice came out strong and firm. So much for being the only doctor in the valley.

      “Dr. DeVane.”

      “I’m sorry about your brother.” She squared her shoulders as if he might fight her on her right to feel anything for Henry. He had in the past.

      “Thank you,” was all he said, but his expression slid to one with a chilling lack of emotion as he tucked the paper he had been reading into his shirt pocket.

      “Are you here about the people from Mountain High?” She gestured down the hallway toward the treatment rooms.

      “I am.”

      “Did Mr. Hancock restart the program?”

      “No.” The clipped response demanded no further questions.

      But she ignored it. “Then who—”

      “I would have thought you’d know I was on the ranch,” he said before she had a chance to finish what she was about to ask.

      The sharp tone of his words almost made her laugh. He had disliked her for so long it didn’t bother her much anymore. And now that Henry was gone, she realized, it didn’t have to bother her at all. “I’m the last stop on the gossip network.”

      A loud wail filled the hallway.

      “Does this clinic have the facilities to see these patients or should I take them to a bigger town?”

      She thought of her first week of emergency medicine rotation when the great Dr. Daley had yanked his younger brother from her care and taken him to another hospital.

      “I’ll see them and if you don’t like what I have to say, Kalispell is about two hours away—each way—from the ranch.”

      She lifted her chin, but he said nothing.

      Into the silence, the patient wailed again, this time holding the quavering tone like a coyote announcing territory.

      “I СКАЧАТЬ