One Night with a Red-Hot Rancher. Diana Palmer

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СКАЧАТЬ remembering that, smiled. “Dr. Rydel gets very upset when people abuse animals,” she told her brother.

      “Obviously.” He pursed his lips. “I wonder why he decided to become a veterinarian?”

      “I’ll have to ask him that.”

      “Yes, you will. I made macaroni and cheese for supper,” he said, “when you called to say you’d be late.”

      She made a face before she could stop herself.

      Kell just grinned. “It’s frozen,” he said. “I heated it up in the oven.”

      She sighed with relief. “Sorry. It’s just that I’ve had my carbon for today.”

      He laughed. “I know I can’t cook. One day, though, I’ll learn how. Then watch out.”

      “Some men are born to be chefs. You aren’t one of them. I’ll make a salad to go with the macaroni.”

      “I did that already. It’s in the fridge.”

      She went to kiss his cheek, bending over him in the wheelchair. “You’re the nicest brother in the whole world.”

      “I could return the compliment.” He ruffled her hair. “Listen, kid, if the surly vet proposes, you take him up on it. I can take care of myself.”

      “You can’t cook,” she wailed.

      “I can buy nice frozen things to heat up,” he returned.

      She sighed. “As if Dr. Rydel would ever propose,” she laughed. “He likes me, but that doesn’t mean he’ll want to marry me one day.”

      “You need to invite him over again and make that shrimp and pasta dish you do so well. I have it from a spy that Dr. Rydel is partial to shrimp.”

      “Really? Who knows that?”

      “Cy Parks told me.”

      She gave him a suspicious look. “Did you try to pump Cy Parks for inside information?”

      Kell gave her his best angelic look. “I would never do such a sneaky thing.”

      “Sure you would,” she retorted.

      “Well, Dr. Rydel knew why Cy was asking him, anyway. He just laughed and asked if there was any other inside information that Cy would like to have for us.”

      She flushed. “Oh, my.”

      “Cy said the good doctor talked more about you than he did about the heifer he was helping to deliver,” Kell added. “It’s well-known that Dr. Rydel can’t abide women. People get curious when a notorious woman hater suddenly starts seeing a local woman.”

      “I wonder why he hates women?” she wondered aloud.

      “Ask him. But for now, let’s eat. I’m fairly empty.”

      “Goodness, yes, it’s two hours past our usual suppertime,” she agreed, moving into the kitchen. “I’m sorry I was late.”

      “How’s the dog?” he asked, joining her at the table.

      “He’ll be fine, Dr. Rydel said. The poor boy was just devastated. I felt sorry for his dad. He’d just lost his job. You could see he was torn between getting the dog treated and taking care of his family. There’s a new baby. Dr. Rydel didn’t charge him a penny.”

      “Heart of gold,” Kell said gently.

      “We were going to take up a collection, when Dr. Rydel reminded us that he drove a Land Rover,” she laughed. “He inherited money from his grandmother, Dr. King said, and he makes a good living as a vet.”

      “That means he’ll be able to take care of you when you get married.”

      She made a face. “Horses before carts, not carts before horses.”

      “You wait and see,” he replied. “That’s a man who’s totally hooked. He just doesn’t know it yet.”

      She smiled from ear to ear as she started putting food on the table. She’d already pushed her fears about Frank to the back of her mind. Kell was right. He surely wouldn’t risk his freedom by making trouble for Cappie again.

      Dr. Rydel took her to a carnival Friday night. She was shocked not only at the invitation, but at the choice of outings.

      “You like carnivals?” she’d exclaimed.

      “Sure! I love the rides and cotton candy.” He’d smiled with reminiscence. “My grandmother used to save her egg money to take me to any carnival that came through Jacobsville when I was a kid. She’d even go on the rides with me. I get tickled even now when I hear somebody talk about grandmothers who bake cookies and knit and sit in rocking chairs. My grandmother was a newspaper reporter. She was a real firecracker.”

      She was remembering the conversation as they walked down the sawdust-covered aisles between booths where carnies were enticing customers to pitch pennies or throw baseballs to win prizes.

      “What are you brooding about?” he teased.

      She looked up, laughing. “Sorry. I was remembering what you said about your grandmother. Did you spend a lot of time with her?”

      His face closed up.

      “Sorry,” she said again, flushing. “I shouldn’t have asked something so personal.”

      He stopped in the aisle and looked down at her, enjoying the glow of her skin against the pale yellow sweater she was wearing with jeans, her blond hair long and soft around her shoulders.

      His big, lean hand went to her hair and toyed with it, sending sweet chills down her spine when he moved a step closer. “She raised me,” he said quietly. “My mother and father never got along. They separated two or three times a year, and then fought about who got to keep me. My mother loved me, but my father only wanted me to spite her.” His face hardened. “When I made him mad, he took it out on my pets. He shot one of my dogs when I talked back to him. He wouldn’t let me take the dog to a veterinarian, and I couldn’t save it. That’s why I decided to become a vet.”

      “I did wonder,” she confessed. “You talk about your mother, but never about your father. Or your stepfather.” Her hands went to his shirtfront. She could feel the warm muscle and hair under the soft cotton.

      He sighed. His hand covered one of hers, smoothing over her fingernails. “My stepfather thought that being a vet was a sissy profession, and he said so, frequently. He didn’t like animals, either.”

      “Some sissy profession,” she scoffed. “I guess he never had to wrestle down a sick steer that weighed several hundred pounds.”

      He chuckled. “No, he never did. We got along somewhat. But I don’t miss seeing him. I had hard feelings against him for a long time, for letting my mother get so sick that medical science couldn’t save her. But sometimes we blame people when it’s just fate that bad things happen. СКАЧАТЬ