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Surrounded by females, Matt was saying something that made them laugh. The smile on his face faded when he saw Annalise.
Even so, her heart thudded hard. She eyed him dispassionately. The last thing she wanted was for Matt Baldwin to know how much he still got under her skin. At first glance, he looked fit enough, but she saw strain around his eyes.
“Hi, Annalise.” Catherine, a trained nurse who had quickly become a friend, walked toward her.
“Hi, Doc.” The other three women chorused.
She greeted everyone, smiling at Catherine as the others took turns reading the latest edition of The Prairie Caller to Matt. Whirlwind’s newspaper had the news about Josie being ordered to bed for the duration of her pregnancy. There was also the announcement of the arrival of a man known only as Cosgrove, the manager for the Eight of Hearts Ranch, owned by new resident, Theodore Julius.
Squashing a sudden burst of irritation, Annalise caught sight of a pie on the bedside table next to Matt’s bed. She glanced at Catherine. “Cora’s been here?”
The raven-haired woman nodded. “Also May Haskell as well as Chesterene Eckert and Zoe Keeler.”
No wonder Matt looked tired, she thought crossly. “How’s Evie?”
At the mention of her one-month-old daughter, Catherine glowed. “She’s doing well, for as little sleep as she’s getting.”
“Is she colicky?” Annalise asked with a frown.
“No.” The other woman laughed. “Her father seems to think he has to hold her every minute he’s with her. When Jericho finally puts her to bed, she doesn’t stay asleep long.”
Despite the sharp pang of loss in her chest, Annalise smiled at the image of the former Texas Ranger being so enamored of the infant. She used to wonder what kind of father Matt would’ve been to their son, but it hurt too much to consider.
Hearing his deep chuckle, she shifted her attention back to him just as Catherine asked, “Have you seen good results with the honey you’ve been using on his wounds?”
“Yes, and there’s been no inflammation. Everything’s healing nicely.”
As she and the other woman talked, Annalise’s irritation with Matt grew. She had told him not to tire himself out, yet here he was, sitting up, laughing and flirting. Of course he hadn’t followed her orders. What had she expected?
Though he looked as if his energy was flagging, she knew he would never admit it. He would tire easily until he was fully recovered, but if his wounds still looked as good as they had yesterday, she planned to tell him he was free to leave. He was ready and so was she.
When her conversation with Catherine lulled, Annalise turned to the other women. “Ladies, I need to examine Mr. Baldwin, so maybe you could continue your visit later?”
“Yes, of course,” Deborah Blue said.
Willow shared a look with Matt that spoke clearly of sexual knowledge between them. “I’ll see you after awhile.”
Annalise knew from the blonde herself that she was a former prostitute. It appeared Matt knew the same from firsthand experience.
A few minutes later, Annalise was alone with him. “I guess you ignored my suggestion that you rest.”
“You didn’t suggest.” No charming smile for her. “You ordered.”
She didn’t respond, instead gathering fresh bandages and the crock of honey from the glass-fronted cabinet then moving behind his cot.
As she examined his dressing, he said, “Is this really why you ran them off?”
“I didn’t run them off. You look half-spent and I need to change your dressing. Why else would I ask them to leave?”
The smug knowing look he threw over his shoulder had her bristling. Before she thought better of it, she snapped, “Yes, I wanted you all to myself. Haven’t had nearly enough of that.”
“Ouch!” He flinched as she pulled at his dressing a little too hard.
“Do you want some help lying down?”
“If you’re changing my bandages, I’d like to sit up.”
“All right.”
As she peeled off the old strips of cloth, she wrestled with her aggravation. She wasn’t vexed because she was jealous, which was what Matt thought, the arrogant cuss. She just didn’t like him disregarding her medical advice.
During the last few days, it had been obvious he had moved on from their past. She wasn’t letting on that his actions from seven years ago still hurt her. She wanted to avoid any reference to their history. So her only conversations with him thus far had consisted of advice, treatment and asking what he might want for his meals.
After applying a fresh layer of honey, she bandaged him as quickly as possible, not wanting to feel any of those flutters she had felt the other day. A sigh eased out of her and she stepped back. “All done.”
“Good. When can I get out of here?”
It was impossible not to take that personally. “Today.”
“Did Russ or Pa bring me any clothes?”
“Yes.” She went to the other bed, fetching a gray shirt and a pair of old boots his brother had brought from the Triple B.
Matt declined her offer to help him dress, for which Annalise was glad. Gathering up the soiled linens she would later boil, she stepped around his cot and into the front room to deposit them in a burlap bag.
“Why did you come back to Whirlwind, Annalise?”
She froze at the question as much as the bleakness in the words. Turning, she looked into his blue eyes, hard with scrutiny. She had to speak around the catch in her throat. “Because this is my home.”
“You sure didn’t mind leaving it seven years ago.”
He now wore the shirt and she couldn’t stop her gaze from going to the tuft of dark hair visible in the unbuttoned placket of the garment.
“My plan all along was to come back and you know it,” she said.
“Did you leave a man back there, like you did here?”
She stiffened. The hurt slicing through her quickly turned to anger, but she didn’t let him bait her. “You can have your bandages changed by whomever you prefer. No need to come back here unless there’s a problem.”
“All you ever cared about was medical school.”
“That isn’t true.”
“Well, it damn sure wasn’t me. Or what we had.”
“That’s what this is really about, isn’t it?” Annalise wasn’t reminding him that the other thing she’d cared about was their life together. She curled her hands into fists. “Because I didn’t change my plans after you proposed.”
“No.” He didn’t hesitate, but she didn’t believe him.
“You knew I intended to come straight back to you—back here after medical school, but after you proposed, with my father already gone, you thought I would stay in Whirlwind and give up my dream of becoming a doctor.”
“I never said anything like that.”
“You didn’t have to say it. You made it abundantly clear once I was out of sight. You acted as though I didn’t exist.”
A muscle flexed in his jaw as he slowly got to his feet. “I cared for you,” he ground out. “And our baby.”
“Our baby!” She shook with outrage, disbelief. “You didn’t care enough even to acknowledge my letter about the miscarriage.”
“You’re a fine one to point the finger.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked hotly.
“If you’d cared about me or what we had, you wouldn’t have lied about the baby.”
“Lied? About what?” Incensed, she marched over to him. “You think I wasn’t expecting?”
“No, I believe you were.”
“Then what?” Her heart pounded hard in her chest.
“I think you knew before you left Whirlwind that you were carrying my baby and in your letter you tried to make me believe you didn’t.”
Her breath jammed painfully in her chest. “You think I knew and went to Philadelphia without telling you?”
“Yes.”
How could he believe such a thing? “Well, I didn’t know.”
“You’re the daughter of a doctor.” He took an aggressive step toward her.
She moved back, not out of fear, but from sheer reflex.
“You helped your pa from the time you were ten, and you knew more than most about medical things. How could you not realize?”
“I was distracted by my grief over my father’s death. If there were signs of a child at that time, I didn’t catch them.”
The skeptical, scornful look on his face set off her temper.
“You are a piece of work, Matt Baldwin! Why would I lie?”
“Because if you’d admitted back then that you knew, you would’ve had to stay.” His voice rose, too. “You wouldn’t have been able to traipse halfway across the country, putting our baby at risk.”
Pain and guilt knifed through her.
“If you hadn’t been so all-fired set to get to medical school, our baby would be alive. You as good as killed him.”
Before she even realized it, her hand flew up and she slapped him. Hard.
He grabbed her wrist, his expression stunned.
Tears blurred her vision. “How dare you.”
Her hand print glowed red on his jaw. The blame was already carved into her heart, but coming from Matt, who had never even acknowledged their child? How could he have said something so cruel? Was there nothing left of the man she’d loved? If so, she couldn’t see it in those steel-cold eyes, the rigid jaw.
She was shaking so hard her teeth chattered. Very quietly, she said, “Get out.”
“You bet.” He released her with a curse.
She registered the heavy thud of his boots on the floor, the slam of the door as her entire body went numb.
He’d brought up the past and she hadn’t been able to keep her mouth shut. She wished she had because now she was forced to admit what she had denied for seven years. She’d never gotten over him.
Chapter Four
If you hadn’t been so all-fired set to get to medical school, our baby would be alive. You as good as killed him.
Five days later, Matt’s words still razored through Annalise, a black poisonous cloud on an otherwise lovely Saturday. She wished she could push his words out of her head, push him out of her head, but she hadn’t been able to. So she’d done the only thing she could—she’d avoided him like he was a coiled rattler.
Sunlight streamed through the front window of her clinic, warming the space of pine floor between her and the patient in his wheelchair. J.T. Baldwin had come in with Cora, wanting Annalise to examine his leg and determine why he was still unable to walk.
“How’s the pain?” Annalise asked him.
“Most days, it’s just an ache, but if I do too much—”
“Or ride in the wagon for very long,” Cora put in.
J.T. smiled at the older woman before turning to Annalise. “Then it hurts like the devil.”
“Is the pain sharp or dull after you’ve exerted yourself?”
“Sharp. It’s a good sign that I can feel something, right?”
“It can be good, yes. In your case, I’m not sure. Because there are times when you can feel yet still aren’t able to make your leg move, I think you have a mass pressing on a nerve in your lower spine.”
“Mass? Like a tumor?” he asked gruffly, apprehension on his craggy features. “Is it gonna kill me?”
Cora reached over and took his hand.
Annalise understood his concern. Matt and Russ’s mother had died from a tumor in her stomach when Russ was ten and Matt was nine. “I don’t believe it’s a cancerous tumor. You don’t exhibit other symptoms.”
“So what do I do? Can you get it out of there?”
“I can do surgery, but there are risks.”
“Like what?”
“Your right leg might be paralyzed for good. Both sides of your body might be. There’s also a chance it could kill you. Any operation is risky, especially one this tricky.” She shook her head. “And you should know that I’ve only assisted in this surgery, never performed it on my own.”
