His Hired Bride. Susan Fox P.

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      No sense trying to figure this out, though. Eadie sat down on a chair out of the way and tried not to be conspicuous while the nurse took his vitals, noted them on his chart, then went out. Whatever reason Hoyt wanted her in here, it was sure to seem strange to the doctor.

      And maybe suspect. After all, Hoyt was a known ladies’ man who’d had a parade of women through his life. Eadie was his lackluster, part-time secretary who not only worked three afternoons a week for him, but had now trailed into a doctor’s private examination room with him. Eadie felt no small embarrassment over how that might look to the doctor. Would he think she was imposing on Hoyt to get his attention? Eadie suddenly decided she was willing to risk Hoyt’s ire by leaving him alone in here.

      And of course, the doctor came in just as she stood to go to the door and slip out. He eyed her like some unusual phenomenon.

      “Well, hello to you, too, Eadie,” Doc Harris said as he peered at her over his half-glasses, his kind eyes lively with curiosity. “Is there some interesting development between you two?”

      Eadie’s face went red-hot. “H-Hoyt…just wanted me to—to come in and get your instructions straight, but I don’t need to do that until you finish with him.”

      The doctor looked at Hoyt. “Do you want her in or out while I have a look?”

      “In.”

      The terse little word was nothing less than an order, and the doctor grinned.

      “She stays then. Let’s get that shirt off and see what we’ve got.” He spared a moment to send Eadie a glance. “Might as well have a seat, Eadie. Right over there’s fine.”

      Eadie felt another tide of fierce heat wash into her face and hesitantly went back to the chair to sit down, but kept her gaze fixed on the floor as Hoyt took off his shirt. Doc Harris adjusted the table to an incline so Hoyt could sit back. She could tell the doctor was carefully pulling away the gauze patch. And then she heard it hit the nearby tray as he discarded it.

      “Ah well, it’s just a nick,” the doctor scoffed. “I thought we had something serious here. Eadie could have fed you an aspirin and sewed you up in a flash. Or called the vet.”

      Eadie’s gaze flew to the doctor’s grinning face, then realized he was making light of Hoyt’s injury as a tease. After all, the gash was almost four inches long, and it was oozing again. Eadie realized then that this was a typical joke between macho males. Doc Harris would have made the same remark if Hoyt had come in with his leg half cut off. And she could tell by Hoyt’s rugged profile that he was grinning almost proudly. Men!

      The doctor went briskly out, leaving the door open. Eadie took a steadying breath, tried to stay where she was and not stare at Hoyt’s bare chest. Doc Harris came back fairly soon and his nurse trailed in after him with a stainless-steel tray that she exchanged for the one with the discarded bandage.

      Doc dismissed his nurse, wishing her good-night, then took care of everything himself. All the while, the two men talked cattle and markets as if they were doing no more than chatting over coffee. Eadie was relieved that they both seemed to have forgotten she was in the room, but she was aggravated to be present for this.

      What a ninny she’d been to allow Hoyt to put her in this position, and yet she couldn’t entirely blame him for that because a large part of her couldn’t help giving in to him. He’d truly wanted her in here, whatever his reason, and she couldn’t help thinking again about that time years ago when he’d come to her rescue.

      The two situations weren’t even remotely alike, except that what he’d done for her in her time of trouble and need had automatically guaranteed that she’d never refuse to come to his aid during his time of trouble or need. She’d just never considered that his trouble or his time of need would be so relatively minor. She hoped they’d all be this minor.

      In truth, being in here with Hoyt gave Eadie a strong taste of what it might be like to be entitled to be with him in things as small as going to the doctor. If she were a wife instead of an employee, she’d get to share a multitude of things like this, along with happier things.

      And that was just more proof of the shameful fact that she was pathetic enough about Hoyt to grab for every crumb that fell to her, however much her pride squirmed and screamed at the indignity. On the other hand, depending on how things worked out with her little ranch in the next few months, her pride might have at least some hope of relief if she decided to sell out and move to Coulter City. She’d be doing that sooner rather than later if some unforeseen financial crisis popped up.

      It took a moment for her to realize the doctor was waving his hand to get her attention.

      “I thought you were supposed to listen to my instructions?”

      Eadie cringed a little. “Sorry. I was thinking about something else. When was his last tetanus shot?”

      The doctor’s smile widened. “Good question.” Then he winked at Hoyt. “Is she always that good at keeping track of you?”

      “I’m just a weekly paycheck to her, Doc,” Hoyt complained, though his dark eyes glittered with amusement.

      “I’ll look up the date, but I’ll call in a ’script to the pharmacy for an antibiotic and a painkiller.” He looked back over at Eadie. “He’ll need to take the antibiotic till it’s all gone, of course. Make sure he takes it with food. No booze with the painkiller. No driving. And keep him off machinery and horses while he takes that one. Stitches out in seven days.”

      The doctor peeled off his latex gloves and discarded them, then washed his hands. He went out as Hoyt gingerly rose to a full sitting position. Eadie got up and retrieved his shirt to hand it to him.

      “Help me with this, would you?” he said, and Eadie sorted out the sleeves and helped him put on his shirt, careful to accommodate him to keep his movements from pulling on the flesh around the stitches.

      But, oh, the foolish and dismally unforgettable pleasure of helping Hoyt with a task as casually intimate as putting on his shirt! His hard body was so wholly masculine that her insides quivered like jelly. The fact that she couldn’t avoid having the backs of her fingers brush against his hot skin here and there was another pleasure/torment.

      Hoyt at least buttoned his own shirt, but didn’t tuck it back in. “Do you mind running me to the pharmacy to pick up the medicine or do you have to get home?”

      “We’ve got time for that,” she said as she belatedly forced herself to step back, feeling a little chastened for her earlier declaration that she had dishes and chores to do. She did have to do those things, but there was still plenty of time to keep to schedule, thanks to the doctor’s quick work.

      He came back in then with a syringe and a small vial. “Eadie was right on the money about the tetanus shot. It’ll probably ache worse than the scratch on your side.” Now the doctor gave Eadie a sparkling glance over the top of his half-glasses. “You might want to step out for this one, since it’ll go in his hip.”

      Eadie nodded, only too glad to comply. That would have been even more over the top and unnecessary than being present for all the rest. She took refuge in the waiting room until Hoyt came out. They walked to the pickup but there was no discernible sign of weakness in Hoyt at all. When they got to the pharmacy he went in by himself while she waited. СКАЧАТЬ