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A painful pressure built inside her chest.
Heartache.
It had been a long time since the memory of those unhappy days had caused such a profound physical reaction.
“How’s your brother?” Ethan asked. “Gavin told me about the accident.”
More pressure.
Discussing Justin was always hard for Caitlin. No matter how many obstacles he overcame and how many challenges he conquered, she could never forget that she was responsible for him being a paraplegic and having to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
“He’s graduating from Arizona State in December,” she said, focusing on the positive. “With a master’s in education.”
“Good for him.”
“We’re all very proud. Now if he can just land a job.”
“It’s a tough economy.”
“That, too.”
Great strides had been made in the last few decades when it came to equal rights for handicapped employees, but Caitlin still worried about her brother’s chances at finding decent employment.
Ethan distracted her by reaching into the back of her minivan and removing a carton of supplies.
“Hey, what are you doing?” She tried to take the box from him.
He swung it out of her reach. “Helping you unload.”
“Ethan!” She sighed with exasperation. “You’re hurt.”
“My shoulder. Not my hands.” He squeezed past her and carried his load inside.
She hurried after him.
“Where do you want this?”
Because she knew arguing with him was useless, she pointed to the folding table along the wall. “There. And don’t even think about carrying anything else in.”
He not only thought about it, he did it. She gave up and pitched in. Together, they quickly emptied the van.
“You’re going to regret this tomorrow,” she told him when they were done.
“You were never such a worrier before.”
“It comes from being a nurse. So does being bossy.” She leveled a finger at him. “Now get yourself home and take care of that shoulder.”
“Yes, ma’am.” One corner of his mouth lifted in an amused and very compelling grin.
Caitlin’s heart fluttered. No doubt about it, the attraction hadn’t died.
With the van unloaded, there was no reason for him to remain.
“Will I see you later?” she asked.
“Tomorrow, if you’re here.”
The thought shouldn’t have appealed to her as much as it did. Ethan had hurt her. Terribly. She’d be wise to take care where he was concerned.
Even so, a sweet rush of anticipation cascaded through her.
“I’m sure Clay can do without you training his horses for a couple of days.”
“Probably.” Ethan buttoned his denim jacket. “I’m the one who can’t do without the practicing.”
“Practicing for what?”
“The jackpot.”
She stared at him blankly. “You’re not competing.”
“I am. Or I will be if I can last a full eight seconds at least once before then. Clay won’t let me enter otherwise.”
“Is that how you fell tonight? Bull riding?”
“No, saddle bronc.”
“Are you crazy?”
“A little, I suppose,” he said jokingly.
“More than a little.” She started to remind him that he had only one good leg, then stopped herself. “Bronc riding is dangerous. I really wish you’d reconsider.”
“Not a chance.” He turned to go, then paused. “I’m glad you’re home, Caitlin.”
A few minutes ago, such a statement would have elicited a breathy sigh from her, foolish though it may have been.
Not now.
He was saddle bronc riding again. With a prosthetic leg! Why didn’t he just jump off a three-story building? The results would be the same.
Caitlin had cheered Ethan on from the sidelines all those years ago. She’d also encouraged him the same way she’d encouraged her brother. Winning competitions required a certain amount of risk, after all.
She’d learned too late that taking risks came with a steep price. In her case, her brother, Justin, was the one to pay.
It would be no different for Ethan, and she refused to be there when he injured himself.
Except, as the on-site emergency medical personnel for the Duvall Rodeo Arena, she most likely would be the one to treat him.
Chapter Two
Ethan hated to admit it, but Caitlin was right. His shoulder hurt like a son of a bitch. It had all night, affecting his sleep, his ability to dress himself and his mood.
What if he really had torn something? Then he wouldn’t be able to enter the jackpot, that was for sure.
The idea of going to the doctor and getting an X-ray wasn’t quite as distasteful to him as it had been the night before. Maybe he could go to the urgent-care clinic. If he was lucky, he might run into Caitlin again.
He no sooner had the thought than he dismissed it. More likely than not she was married or in a committed relationship. Of course, finding out wouldn’t be all that hard.
And if she was single, then what?
He doubted she’d go out with him, not after the way he’d dumped her with hardly a word. Then there was the matter of his leg—or lack of it. Beautiful, desirable women like Caitlin Carmichael didn’t date men with missing limbs.
Gritting his teeth, he shoved his arms through the sleeves of his undershirt and tried to pull it over his head. He didn’t get far. The pain immobilized him.
The next instant a knock sounded.
“What?” he hollered, his breathing labored.
The front door opened and his brother came in. “Good morning to you, too.” He stopped midstep and eyed Ethan curiously. “Having a problem?”
Ethan muttered to himself, not pleased at having an audience.
“What did you say?”
“I hurt my shoulder last night.”
“Breaking one of Clay’s horses?”
“A bronc trying to break me.”
“Ah.” Gavin wandered toward the newly remodeled kitchen. “Any coffee?”
“There’s instant in the cupboard.”
“Instant?” He grimaced.
“Beggars can’t be choosers.”
Ethan didn’t particularly like instant, either. But he’d discovered since living alone the last few weeks that brewing a pot of coffee was a waste when he drank only one cup.
He and Gavin and their dad had resided comfortably in the main house for over a year. When Gavin’s daughter, Cassie, moved in with them this past summer, they’d continued to get along. Soon, however, Gavin’s fiancée, Sage, and her young daughter, Isa, would be joining the family permanently, and that was a little too much closeness for Ethan.
The old bunkhouse had seemed a good solution. Converting it into an apartment was taking time, though, and living amid the chaos of construction did get tedious. But Ethan didn’t mind.
After a lifetime of cohabitating with others, including a barracks full of marines, he quite liked his solitude. No snoring, music or loud TV disturbing his sleep. No having to wait for someone to finish in the bathroom. No arguing about whose turn it was to wash the dishes or vacuum.
No one watching him put on his prosthetic leg, then turning away when he caught him staring.
“Want some?” Undeterred by the prospect of instant coffee, Gavin removed a mug from the cupboard.
“Naw. I already had my quota today.” Readying himself, Ethan raised his arms, only to hesitate.
What was wrong with him? He’d endured far worse discomfort than this. The months following his accident—a nice, gentle euphemism for losing the bottom half of his leg in an explosion—had been a daily practice in pushing the boundaries of his endurance.
It hadn’t stopped there. The first thing Ethan had done when he returned home was reveal his intentions to start training horses again, his job before enlisting. His family had tried to dissuade him, but eventually came to understand his reasons and the need that drove him.
Since no respectable cowboy wore athletic shoes when he rode, Ethan had used some of the money he’d saved during his enlistment to purchase two pairs of custom-made boots that fit his prosthesis. Within a few weeks, he was riding, and suffering a whole new kind of torturous pain. With determination, practice and continual exercise, he found the pain eventually lessened, though he still had his days.
He didn’t start breaking horses until a chance meeting with Clay Duvall. Over beers at the local bar, his old friend had listened while Ethan outlined his ambitions. Then he’d offered him a job. In addition to the arena, Clay owned and operated a rodeo stock business that specialized in bucking horses.
The idea of competing again hadn’t occurred to Ethan until he’d watched the cowboys practicing at Clay’s arena. What started as a vague longing quickly grew into a burning desire. Ethan was tired of people looking at him differently. Tired of their sympathetic smiles.
Once he started competing again, all that would change.
Ignoring the pain, he pulled on his undershirt, then walked through the partially framed living room to the freshly painted bathroom, where he removed a bottle of ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet.
“You need a day off to rest up?” Gavin hollered from the kitchen.
“Hell, no.”
Both Ethan and his father worked alongside Gavin. With only thirty of the family’s original six hundred acres remaining in their possession, they’d turned their ranch into a public riding stable. Many Mustang Village residents boarded their horses, took riding lessons or went on guided trail rides at Powell Ranch.
In addition, they’d started the stud and breeding business last month, after capturing Prince, a wild mustang roaming the McDowell Mountains.
“Maybe you should take it easy today,” Gavin suggested, when Ethan returned to the kitchen.
“Don’t worry about me.” He glowered at his brother. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Prince is off his feed. I’d like you to take a look at him before I call the vet.”
“I will. Later.”
“I was hoping you could do it first thing.”
Ethan thought his brother babied the wild mustang too much. Then again, the future of their family business relied heavily on Prince and his ability to breed. While he’d successfully mated with several mares since his capture last month, it was still far too early to determine if any pregnancies had taken, much less what kind of foals he would produce.
Gavin studied him as Ethan downed the painkiller with a glass of water. “Have you considered seeing a doctor?”
“Caitlin told me the same thing.”
That got his brother’s attention. Instead of leaving, which was Ethan’s hope, Gavin pulled out a chair at the dining table, removed his hat and made himself at home.
Great.
“You saw her?” he asked.
“Last night. She’s working for Clay, running his first-aid station.”
