A Hero of Her Own

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“I haven’t been eager for it to get around that the town vet suffers from insomnia. The first time an animal dies for whatever reason everyone will say it’s my fault because I don’t get enough sleep,” he said.

She took a sip of her coffee, her brown eyes gazing at him curiously over the rim of her cup. “It must have been difficult for you,” she said as she placed the cup back on the table. “When you had to put down Clay’s horse and so many in the town turned against you. Clay told me all about it.”

“It was difficult,” he agreed, “but it’s over and done with, and I try to keep difficult things from my past firmly in the past.” As thoughts of Sarah drifted through his mind, he decided a change of topic was in order. “I understand I missed a big reunion over at Clay’s place this morning.”

“You did.” A smile curved her lips and Quinn felt the beauty of the gesture in a starburst of warmth in the pit of his stomach. “It was wonderful to see Clay and Ryder together again. Finally, I think they’re going to have the relationship they both want.”

Quinn nodded. “I know how badly Ryder’s lifestyle hurt Clay, the bad choices his brother made when he was younger, but it sounds like he’s turned it all around.”

“How did you hear about it—the reunion, I mean?” she asked curiously.

“I ran into Georgie and Nick and Emmie at the café this evening.” He smiled. “Emmie told me she’s excited to start school next week and she’s determined to make one friend who isn’t a cowboy.”

Jewel laughed and again Quinn’s stomach filled with a welcome warmth. She had a nice laugh. “That one is a pip,” she said. “I know Georgie has been worried about her fitting in at school. Emmie has spent her whole life on the rodeo circuit with adults as her peers, but I keep telling Georgie that Emmie is going to be just fine. She’s so bright, she shouldn’t have any problems.”

There followed several long moments of uncomfortable silence. Quinn felt like a teenage boy on a first date as he desperately searched for an interesting topic of conversation. He’d been wanting to get to know her better ever since she’d come to town, but it had been years since he’d done the dating dance.

“I’ll bet your kids…” he began.

“How did you get…” she said at the same time.

“Go ahead,” he said.

“I was just going to ask where you got the dog.”

“I helped deliver a litter of four and the owner insisted I get pick of the litter for helping out. I already have a dog and so figured I’d just try to find him a good home. I think this will be a great place for him.”

She smiled. “The kids will love him and taking care of him will be therapeutic for them.”

He leaned back in his chair, some of his tension beginning to ebb. “You like what you do here.”

She nodded, her golden-brown hair sparkling beneath the artificial light. “I love it. I was working for Meredith Colton at the Hopechest Ranch in Prosperino, California, and when she offered me the opportunity to come here and open up a ranch, I jumped at the chance.”

“Was it a tough change? Moving here from California?” He took a drink of the coffee.

“Not really. I was ready for a change and, of course, Clay has been very supportive.”

“He thinks a lot of you,” Quinn said.

“He thinks a lot of you, too.”

“He’s been a good friend and a great support over the years.” Quinn took another sip of his coffee.

“You know, I have the same problem you do with insomnia,” she said. She wrapped her slender fingers around her coffee cup and looked more vulnerable than she had moments before. “I start dreading the coming of night just after dinner.”

He wasn’t surprised by her confession. “Have you seen a doctor? Maybe you could get a prescription for some sleeping medication.”

She waved one of her hands. “I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to medicate myself to sleep. What about you? Have you seen a doctor, Doctor?” she asked lightly.

“No, I’m like you. Eventually after a couple nights of restlessness I manage to get in enough sleep to keep going.” He hesitated a moment, then added, “From what Clay has told me, that’s not the only thing we have in common.”

“What else do we have in common?” One of her eyebrows danced up quizzically.

“We’ve both lost people we cared deeply about. Clay told me about your fiancé. I’m sorry for your loss.”

Her eyes darkened as her complexion paled. “Thank you. It was a tragedy, but it’s in the past.”

It was obvious by the tightening of her lips, the paleness of her skin, that even though it was in her past, she still felt deeply the grief of the loss. She cleared her throat. “What about you? Who did you lose?”

“My wife, Sarah.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d been married.” Some of the color returned to her cheeks.

“We weren’t married long before she was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Six months later she was gone.”

To his surprise Jewel reached out and covered his hand with hers. “Oh, Quinn. I’m so sorry.”

Her touch sizzled through him and he turned his hand over so that he now grasped her hand. “The only reason I told you this is because I want you to know that I understand grief, that if you need somebody to talk to, I have a good ear and strong shoulders.”

She pulled her hand from his as if suddenly uncomfortable by the physical connection. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m doing okay. Tell me about Sarah. What was she like?”

“Quiet and sweet. We met while I was in school. I was getting my degree in veterinary medicine and she wanted to be a nurse. It began as friendship and grew into love. She loved animals almost as much as I did and we talked about having a dozen kids and twice as many dogs and cats. What about your fiancé, Andy…wasn’t that his name?”

“Andrew, never Andy,” she replied, her eyes going soft. “He owned an accounting firm. He loved numbers and puzzles and he’d asked me to be his wife on the night that he died.”

“Clay told me it was a car accident.”

She nodded and once again wrapped her fingers around her cup, as if seeking warmth from the coffee it still contained. “We were driving home from the restaurant where we’d eaten dinner. It was misting and the road was dark. A Hummer seemed to come out of nowhere and steered right into the driver side of our car. I was knocked unconscious.” One of her hands moved to splay on her stomach. “The driver of the Hummer was never found.”

Quinn wanted to reach out to her, to pull her into his arms and hold her until her haunted, vulnerable look went away. “Even though you can’t ever prepare yourself for the death of somebody you love, I had six months to prepare myself for saying goodbye to Sarah, but you had no time to prepare yourself for saying goodbye to Andrew.”

She shrugged. “It happened. It’s over and life moves on.” She glanced at the clock on the stove.

“It’s getting late,” he said, taking it as a hint. “I should get out of here.” She didn’t argue and he stood and carried his cup to the sink. “Thanks for the coffee,” he said as they walked to the front door.

“Thanks for the dog,” she replied. “It was a very thoughtful thing for you to do.” She opened the front door and leaned against it.

He knew she was waiting for him to walk out, but he was reluctant to leave. “Jewel, I’m sorry if our conversation brought back bad memories.” He’d finally gotten an opportunity to talk to her one-on-one and the topic of conversation he’d chosen was their painful pasts.

To his horror her eyes misted with tears. “I’m sorry,” she said as the tears spilled onto her cheeks.

He stepped toward her then, unable to stand by while she cried, feeling guilty because he was responsible for her tears. He should have talked about the weather, or about town politics, about anything but loss.

He opened his arms to her and to his surprise she walked into them and laid her head against his chest. He embraced her, the scent of her soft, floral perfume eddying in the air.

The last thing he’d expected when he’d arrived here tonight was to have her in his arms, but when she raised her face to look up at him, he knew he wanted to take it one step further. He desperately wanted to kiss her.

Chapter 4 (#ulink_19cbc737-33de-5f77-9250-ead4df69e604)

Jewel knew he was going to kiss her. His intent shone hot in his amazingly gorgeous eyes. In the back of her mind she knew this was crazy, that she didn’t know this man well enough to kiss him and she certainly wasn’t interested in a relationship of any kind.

Still, that rational part of her brain was no match for the wave of sharp, visceral desire that swept through her as she gazed up at him. She parted her lips as he dipped his head to take her mouth with his.

Crazy. It was pure madness that possessed her, but she gave in to it. His mouth was hot, the kiss sending a shaft of warmth up and down her veins. She welcomed the feeling, welcomed him as she opened her mouth more to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss with his tongue.

She knew she should step back and call a halt to things, but it had been so long and Quinn’s arms were so strong around her and his kiss made her ache for more.

His hands stroked the length of her back as his mouth continued to ply hers with fire. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his soft, sexy mane of hair.

She swirled her tongue with his, felt her knees weaken and threaten to buckle. She clung to him more tightly, her heart beating a rhythm of desire.

His mouth finally left hers and moved down the length of her neck, nipping and teasing with slow, deliberate intent. She dropped her head back, allowing him to kiss her throat, and trail his hot mouth along her collarbone.

It didn’t matter that she’d only known him on a casual, social level until now. She didn’t care that this was probably one of the most foolish things she’d ever done. For right now, in his arms, she wanted to be foolish and abandon herself to being held by Quinn, being kissed by Quinn.

Once again his mouth captured hers and as she pressed more tightly against him she realized that he was aroused. This knowledge only made her desire flame higher.

She wanted to make love with him. She wanted to lose herself in his caresses, in the very mindless sensations of sex.

She’d heard enough about Quinn from Clay to know he wouldn’t hurt her, that she was safe with him. She wasn’t concerned about consequences. The most she’d have to worry about was perhaps a little embarrassment the morning after. But she didn’t care about the morning after—all she cared about was here and now.

“Miss Jewel?”

Jewel and Quinn shot apart like two guilty teenagers at the sound of the young voice drifting down the hallway. Jewel recognized the voice. She drew a deep breath to steady herself, not looking at Quinn. “Lindy, what’s wrong?”

“You’d better come quick, Kelsey is packing her suitcase and says she’s gonna run away.”

“I’ll be right there.” Jewel finally looked at Quinn as she felt the heat of a blush warm her cheeks. Okay, so her embarrassment hadn’t waited until the morning after.

“You need help?” he asked softly.

“No, I’ll be fine. Please, just go.” Now that the heat of the moment had passed, she was appalled by what had just happened between them…what had almost happened between them.

She was grateful that he didn’t argue but simply nodded and left. She closed the front door behind him then hurried down the hallway to the girls’ room where Kelsey was throwing her clothes into the battered cloth suitcase she’d arrived with.

“Kelsey, what’s going on?” Jewel asked.

The girl didn’t stop her activity and kept her eyes downcast. “Nothing. I just don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Has something happened? Did somebody say something to upset you?” Jewel took a step closer to the young teenager.

“No. I just gotta go, that’s all. I’ve got to leave.” She glanced up at Jewel, tears filling her bright green eyes.

Jewel stepped toward her and held out her hand. “Come on, let’s go someplace where you and I can have a little private chat.”

Kelsey hesitated a moment, then slipped her hand into Jewel’s. “Lindy, Carrie, back to bed and lights out,” she said as she led Kelsey from the room.