Cowboy Fever. Joanna Wayne

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      “I don’t need a wheelchair. I ran over here and rescued you, didn’t I?”

      “Give it up, Dakota.” She reached for his phone. “If you weren’t in severe pain and afraid something was broken, dislocated or crushed, you wouldn’t be at the hospital.”

      “Yep, she knows you,” Jim said.

      While she was making the call, a small truck with a red flashing light on the roof slowly rounded the back of the building.

      “Security,” Viviana said, waving them over. “I’ll handle this, but not until you’re checked into the E.R.”

      Viviana told the men her car had been stolen but that she’d already called the SAPD. The next thing Dakota knew he was being rolled toward an open hospital door and a uniformed nurse was ushering him inside. Once behind the curtained cubicle, he answered a few questions and admitted that on a scale of one through ten, his pain was pushing eight.

      An injection of painkiller took that down quickly, but floating in a med-induced state made it doubly hard to keep his mind off Viviana. She could have been killed.

      And she might still be in danger.

      It was a piss-poor time for him to be beaten up like this. Not only was he practically useless to Viviana, but in mere hours, he also had another rendezvous with a bull.

      THREE HOURS LATER, Viviana stood in the hallway, poring over Dakota’s test results. There was a partial tearing of the ligaments in the glenohumeral joint in his right shoulder. That would need time to heal.

      There was also swelling and extensive bruising around the ribs but no serious breaks, thanks to the safety vest that he hadn’t been wearing sixteen months ago when she’d first nursed him back to health. The contusions to the chest wall were making breathing and movement painful.

      But what could a man expect when he made a living riding bulls?

      She couldn’t begin to understand his passion for danger. Couldn’t make sense of his need to push his body to such physical extremes. Couldn’t comprehend his willingness to put his life on the line for a rush of adrenaline and a few seconds of glory.

      But, like his loner ways and his nomadic lifestyle, it was who he was. A cowboy at heart. A bull rider by choice. A man who had no desire to settle down. He’d never pretended to be anything different.

      She’d accepted that months before and she wouldn’t let herself start second-guessing what she knew to be true.

      Betsy, the nurse who’d been assigned to Dakota, stopped at Viviana’s elbow. “The cowboy in room five is gorgeous, but headstrong. He refused the offer of more pain meds, says he needs to be alert enough to drive. He’s also refusing to wear the sling and says he is not about to stay overnight for observation.”

      “I’ll talk to him.”

      Viviana braced herself for the emotional strain of being near Dakota and marched into room five, hugging his chart to her chest.

      Dakota propped himself up a few inches with his elbows when she entered, wincing at the pain. He was going to be seriously sore for several days.

      “What’s the verdict?” he asked.

      As she explained the findings, he maintained a poker face. He’d heard it all before, probably more times than he could count.

      “You were lucky,” she said. “You could have seriously fractured bones and had a completely dislocated right shoulder … if not worse.”

      “Luck’s the name of the game.”

      “In here, the name of the game is survival. I think you should be admitted for observation.”

      “To make certain I don’t get much sleep for what’s left of the night and that I’ll be awakened at seven for dry eggs and cold coffee?”

      “So that we can manage your pain and the respiratory therapist can see you in the morning.”

      “I know the routine, Doc. Deep-breathing exercises to make certain I don’t develop pneumonia.”

      “It is important.”

      “I know.” He took a deep breath to show her he could do it.

      She managed a smile. “You do seem to have that down.”

      “I had a great doctor once. She taught me lots of things I haven’t forgotten.” His eyes said what his words only hinted at.

      Tension escalated in the small cubicle until her own breathing was difficult. Nothing about dealing with Dakota had ever been easy. Their relationship had been fire and ice, passion and agony, love and …

      Loss. And she couldn’t go through that again, especially now.

      “You need to stay off the bulls for a few days to give your body time to heal. You need ice on the injured areas, several times a day, and I recommend that you keep that right arm in a sling for the next week to give it some extra support.”

      “Anything you say.”

      Would likely be ignored. Still she had to say it.

      “What about your car?” Dakota asked. “Have the cops located it?”

      “No, but hopefully they will soon.”

      “Do you have a ride to your apartment?”

      “Actually, it’s a town house, near the hospital.”

      “Do you live alone?”

      Her insides knotted. “No, Dakota. I don’t live alone.”

      “I don’t see a wedding band.”

      “I’m not married.”

      “Well, at least I can offer you a ride to the town house since you stayed extra hours with me.”

      “You don’t have a vehicle here.”

      “Actually, I do. Another buddy dropped off my truck and Jim gave him a lift back to the hotel.”

      “You shouldn’t be driving.”

      “The hotel’s only a few miles away and the pain meds have pretty much worn off. I’m in good shape— Well, at least I’m clearheaded.”

      “You’re in pain and should be keeping your right shoulder as still as possible.”

      He narrowed his gaze. “I’m left-handed.” He sat up, yanking the hospital gown so that he stayed completely covered. “I promise to get you home safely.”

      Her physical safety was not the issue. She’d be in his truck. It would smell like him and feel like him. He’d be near enough for her to hear his breathing, and his presence would roll СКАЧАТЬ