One Night with a Red-Hot Rancher. Diana Palmer

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      “Luckily he didn’t kill you,” Kell said, frowning. “Are you all right?”

      “Just bruised a little. Dr. Rydel was kind enough to bring me home. Dr. Rydel, this is my brother, Kell,” she began.

      “You’re the veterinarian?” Kell asked, and his silvery-gray eyes twinkled. “I thought you had fangs and a pointed tail…”

      “Kell!” she burst out, horrified.

      Dr. Rydel chuckled. “Only during office hours,” he returned.

      “I’ll kill you!” she told her brother.

      “Now, now,” Dr. Rydel said complacently. “We all know I’m a horror to work for. He’s just saying what you aren’t comfortable telling me.”

      “And he does have a sense of humor,” Kell said. “Thanks for bringing her home,” he added, and the smile faded. “My driving days are apparently over.”

      “There are vehicles with hand controls now,” Dr. Rydel pointed out.

      “We’re ordering one of those as soon as we get our new yacht paid off,” Kell replied with a serious expression.

      Cappie burst out laughing. “And our dandy indoor swimming pool.”

      Dr. Rydel smiled. “At least you still have a sense of humor.”

      “It’s the only part of me that works,” Kell replied. “I’ve offered to check myself into a military home, but she won’t hear of it.”

      “Over my dead body,” she reiterated, and glared at him.

      He sighed. “It’s nice to be loved, but you can take family feeling over the cliff with you, darlin’,” he reminded her.

      “Sink or swim, we’re a matched set,” she said stubbornly. “I’m not putting you out on the street.”

      “Military homes can be very nice,” Kell began.

      Cappie grimaced. “Your milkshake is getting warm,” she interrupted. She took the carrier from Dr. Rydel and handed one to Kell, along with a straw. “There’s your burger and fries,” she said. “Working?”

      “Taking a short break to play mah-jongg,” he replied. “I’m actually winning, too.”

      “I play Sudoku,” Dr. Rydel commented.

      Kell groaned. “I can’t do numbers. I tried that game and thought I’d go nuts. I couldn’t even get one column to line up. How do you do it?”

      “I’m left-brained,” the other man said simply. “Numbers and science. I’d have loved to be a writer, but I’m spelling-challenged.”

      Kell laughed. “I’m left-brained, too, but I can’t handle Sudoku. I can spell, however,” he added, tongue in cheek.

      “That’s why we have a bookkeeper,” Dr. Rydel said. “I think people would have issues if their names and animal conditions were constantly misspelled. I had a time in college.”

      “So did I,” Kell confessed. “College trigonometry almost kept me from getting my degree in the first place. I also had a bad time with biology,” he added pointedly.

      Dr. Rydel grinned. “My best subject. All A’s.”

      “I’ll bet the biology-challenged loved you,” Cappie said with a chuckle. “Blew the curve every time, didn’t you?”

      He nodded. “I bought pizzas for my classmates every Saturday night to make it up to them.”

      “Pizza,” Cappie mused. “I remember what that tastes like. I think.”

      “I don’t want to talk about pizza,” Kell said and sipped his milkshake. “You and your mushrooms!”

      “He hates mushrooms, and I hate Italian sausage,” Cappie commented. “I love mushrooms.”

      “Yuuuuck,” Kell commented.

      She smiled. “We’ll leave you to your supper. If you need anything, call me, okay?”

      “Sure. What would you like to be called?”

      She wrinkled her nose at him and went out the door.

      “Nice to have met you,” Kell told the vet.

      “Same here,” Dr. Rydel said.

      He followed Cappie out into the living room. “You’d better eat your own burger and fries before they’re cold,” he said. “They don’t reheat well.”

      She smiled shyly. “Thanks again for bringing me home, and for the food.” She wondered how she was going to get to work the following Monday, but she knew she’d come up with something. She could always beg one of the other vet techs for a ride.

      “You’re welcome.” He stared down at her quietly, frowning. “You sure you’re all right?”

      She nodded. “I’m wobbly. That’s because I was scared to death. I’ll be fine. It’s just a little bruising. Honest.”

      “Would you tell me if it was more?” he asked.

      She grinned.

      “Well, if you think you need to go to the doctor later, you call me. Call the office,” he added. “They’ll take a message and page me, wherever I am.”

      “That’s very nice of you. Thanks.”

      He drew in a long breath. His blue eyes narrowed on her face. “You’ve got a lot on your shoulders for a woman your age,” he said quietly.

      “Some people have a lot more,” she replied. “I love my brother.”

      He smiled. “I noticed that.”

      She studied him curiously. “Do you have family?”

      His face tautened. “Not anymore.”

      “I’m sorry.”

      “People get old. They die.” He became distant. “We’ll talk another time. Good evening.”

      “Good evening. Thanks.”

      He shrugged. “No problem.”

      She watched him go with a strange sense of loss. He was in many ways the saddest person she’d ever known.

      She finished her supper and went to collect her brother’s food containers.

      “Your boss is nice,” he said. “Not what I expected.”

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