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The Doctor's Cowboy
Trish Milburn
THE PERFECT PRESCRIPTIONDr. Chloe Brody cares about all her patients. Maybe more than she should. Because one day rodeo cowboy Wyatt Kelley shows up in her ER, busted up but still flirting. He's got no place to go, so she takes him home.Soon, Wyatt is seeing stuff no one else in Chloe's life has noticed. The pretty doctor has a full life, but inside, she's alone, just like him. When the attraction between them heats up, Wyatt knows he should leave Blue Falls and Chloe behind - because what can a broken cowboy with an ugly past offer a woman like her? Chloe, though, is determined to show Wyatt that she doesn't care about his past. She just wants him to be a part of her future.
THE PERFECT PRESCRIPTION
Dr. Chloe Brody cares about all her patients. Maybe more than she should. Because one day rodeo cowboy Wyatt Kelley shows up in her ER, busted up but still flirting. He’s got no place to go, so she takes him home.
Soon, Wyatt is seeing stuff no one else in Chloe’s life has noticed. The pretty doctor has a full life, but inside, she’s alone, just like him. When the attraction between them heats up, Wyatt knows he should leave Blue Falls and Chloe behind—because what can a broken cowboy with an ugly past offer a woman like her? Chloe, though, is determined to show Wyatt that she doesn’t care about his past. She just wants him to be a part of her future.
She smiled a little. “First time for everything.”
“Yeah, I guess.” He said it slowly, at the last moment looking at her lips before lifting his gaze to her eyes again.
Chloe swallowed hard. Before she did something stupid, something she couldn’t take back, she broke eye contact and stepped around him.
“I need to check how well your incisions are healing.” Though the thought of looking at even that little sliver of skin caused heat to flood her cheeks. As least her back was to him. Without waiting for Wyatt, she headed to her bedroom and pulled fresh bandages from the bag she’d stored there.
When she turned around, Wyatt was almost done unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you doing?”
He paused. “Taking it off.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I’m not going to sleep in it.” He smiled as he slipped the last two buttons through the holes and shrugged out of the shirt.
Her mouth went dry, and she was probably staring at him as if she’d never seen a half-naked man before.
Still smiling, Wyatt crossed the space between them. “Do I make you nervous, Dr. Brody?”
Dear Reader (#ua7f4d7c8-19a0-54dd-8888-104a706692b3),
Welcome back to Blue Falls, Texas, a town that has become so real to me that I want to go shopping at the Yesterwear Boutique, eat pastries at the Mehlerhaus Bakery and go for a walk around Blue Falls Lake. Oh, and let’s not forget having a good time at one of the local rodeos filled with cowboys with rodeo in their blood.
It’s one of those rodeos that brings my latest hero, Wyatt Kelley, to Blue Falls. And the injury he sustains when he’s thrown from a bull is what brings him into Dr. Chloe Brody’s emergency room...and into her heart.
I tend to write stories about people who have endured loss but find a way to move on and fall in love. This couldn’t be more true for Wyatt and Chloe, and I hope you enjoy reading their story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Trish Milburn
The Doctor’s Cowboy
Trish Milburn
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
TRISH MILBURN writes contemporary romance for the Mills & Boon American Romance line and paranormal romance for the Mills & Boon Nocturne series. She’s a two-time Golden Heart Award winner, a fan of walks in the woods and road trips, and a big geek girl, including being a dedicated Whovian and Browncoat. And from her earliest memories, she’s been a fan of Westerns, be they historical or contemporary. There’s nothing quite like a cowboy hero.
Thanks to San Dee Keefner for her help with the medical/ER aspects of this story.
And to all the readers of the Blue Falls, Texas books who have written to me about enjoying the stories or who have left lovely reviews online, thank you so much!
Contents
Cover (#u5c74ba85-8552-5e3a-9c55-627fb5cf3e2d)
Back Cover Text (#ud3004a61-5598-537a-b60d-061f78019891)
Introduction (#ua062cfa3-3c07-57a2-b1bb-ffd45047de11)
Dear Reader
Title Page (#uf754e793-25c8-53b6-9943-c6336b565f39)
About the Author (#ufc1b9284-ac23-5b20-8dd5-0cf2880a6a66)
Dedication (#ubdaabd60-e618-5eb2-b32d-9ebbd2260887)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#ua7f4d7c8-19a0-54dd-8888-104a706692b3)
Wyatt Kelley stood on the edge of the bucking chute, looking down at the monster bull. Beelzebub. From what he’d heard of the bull’s nasty attitude, the demonic name fit. Yeah, this had “easy ride” written all over it. The moment he mounted the two-ton bull, ol’ Beezy let him know exactly what he thought of having a rider by twitching, fidgeting, snorting. Basically saying, “Your butt is toast.”
“I don’t think he wants to be your best friend,” said one of the cowboys manning the chute.
“What?” Wyatt patted the bull on the side of his neck. “This little guy is a sweetheart. We’re going out for drinks afterward.”
As if to disagree, Beezy stomped the dirt and shuddered beneath him, causing the bell hanging from the lower part of Wyatt’s bull rope to clang.
“Next up, we’ve got a cowboy out of the Cowboy State,” the rodeo announcer said as Wyatt readjusted the rope, getting his grip just right. “Wyatt Kelley will be riding Beelzebub.”
Wyatt took a deep breath, let it out, then nodded. The moment the chute opened, Beelzebub shot out and began bucking as if Wyatt were a nest full of angry hornets. The arena around him became a dirt-brown blur as the bull spun and kicked so hard it nearly jarred the teeth out of Wyatt’s head. As if ticked off that he hadn’t gotten rid of Wyatt’s weight yet, Beezy switched directions and kicked even harder.
Wyatt held on for all he was worth, pretty sure this was the longest eight seconds of his career. And he’d ridden more bulls than he could count. In the next moment, his hat went flying. Sensing victory, the bull seemed to corral all of his intense power and did a belly roll, coming completely off the ground as he kicked all four feet out to the side. Wyatt felt himself slide but he tightened his hold on the rope and his legs pressed against the bull’s sides. By some miracle, he stayed on.
But as soon as the bull landed on his feet, he went into a spin that spelled doom. In less than the blink of an eye, the bull bucked Wyatt off into the well, the center of the rank bastard’s spin. Wyatt’s heart rate accelerated when he realized his hand was caught in his rope, adrenaline fueling panic. He fought to free himself, but before he could Beezy caught him with a horn.
Pain shot through the lower part of his side just before he went airborne and was flung to the other side of the bull. Wyatt was still fighting to free himself and not succumb to the pain when the bull caught him again, this time across his abdomen just below his safety vest.
This was not good. Really not good.
Wyatt felt like a rag doll, one that might well soon have its guts spilling over the dirt of the arena. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought of dying like this before, but the reality sure did suck a bushel of lemons.
His body slammed against the ground before he realized his hand had finally come loose from the rope. His vision dimmed, and he didn’t think he could move even if he saw the bull’s hooves heading toward his face. But it wasn’t the bull that came into his line of sight but rather the painted face of one of the bullfighters.
“Hang on, buddy.” The man’s words sounded off, as if they were having to move through water or maybe thick syrup to reach Wyatt’s ears. “We’re going to get you some help.”
The bullfighter shifted away to speak to someone Wyatt couldn’t see. Wyatt stared up at the sky beyond the lights of the arena and blinked slowly. He wondered if he looked down would he find that the lower half of his body was no longer attached to the top half and they just hadn’t told him yet.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed, but it seemed between one blink and the next paramedics appeared. He glanced to the right and saw an ambulance. At least it wasn’t a hearse. Guess that meant he wasn’t dead. They fitted him with a neck brace without too much trouble. But when they started to slip a backboard beneath him, he cried out without even thinking about it. That tended to happen when it felt as if your gut were being sliced open with a flaming hot machete.
In the next moment, the two paramedics and what must have been half the cowboys in attendance were lifting him and carrying him to the ambulance. Somehow the muffled applause of the spectators reached him, and the guy from the chute smiled down at him.
“Hear that? You’re going to get a lot of ladies after this.”
Wyatt wasn’t entirely sure that the body parts that would interest the ladies weren’t long gone. And when they loaded him in the ambulance, causing a fresh hell to tear at his middle, thoughts of the ladies were the furthest thing from his mind.
Everything seemed to send a new shock wave of pain through him. The slamming shut of the ambulance door, the driver climbing into the front seat, the jouncing of the rig as it left the arena. When the ambulance made the turn out of the rodeo grounds onto the road, black dots appeared in front of Wyatt’s eyes.
“To hell with this,” he thought before letting himself pass out.
* * *
DR. CHLOE BRODY dropped the coins into the snack machine then looked through the glass front at her choices. The granola bar or bag of apple slices were the wisest choices, but the chocolate cupcakes seemed to be singing a siren song to her. Come on, you know you want to, that devious package of sugary goodness whispered. You can run off the pesky calories later.
Giving in to temptation, she punched the appropriate buttons and watched the cupcakes drop.
“Hey, Doc,” called Lori Dalton from the ER nurses’ station. “You want to enter the pool?”
Chloe grabbed her cupcakes and walked toward the trio of women behind the desk. “I’m afraid to ask. What’s the pool for?”
Sophie Wells, a petite blonde, looked up and smiled. “On who Verona is going to target next.”
Chloe laughed as she leaned against the wall that separated the nurses’ station from the four curtained trauma and triage areas. Verona Charles was Blue Falls’s version of Cupid. Her favorite pastime was seeing which couples she could match up. While she sent many happily single people fleeing, she did have a remarkably good rate of success. Last year alone, she’d not only successfully matched her niece, Elissa, but also Elissa’s two best friends, India and Skyler. And she’d probably had her hand in a few more couples ending up together.
“You all are tempting fate,” Chloe said.
“I already have a man,” said Lori as she flashed her engagement ring.
Chloe gestured toward Sophie and Jenna Marks, who normally worked at the clinic with Chloe but was picking up some extra hours at the hospital. As usual, the nurse had her dark brown hair pulled back in a thick ponytail that swayed when she moved. “Yeah, but these two don’t.”
“Well, you could help with Jenna,” Sophie said. “She’s had the hots for your brother forever.”
Jenna swatted Sophie’s arm.
“What? You do. Every time you see Garrett, you practically drool all over yourself.”
Jenna huffed. “I do not.”
“Whatever.” Sophie returned her gaze to Chloe.
“Oh, no.” Chloe shook her head. “I’m not getting in the middle of that.” She gestured toward the notepad on which Lori had written several names. “Who are the choices?”
“My money’s on Greg Bozeman,” Sophie said.
Chloe laughed again. “You’ve got to be joking.” Greg was the biggest flirt in town, more so than even her younger brother, Owen.
“Think about it,” Sophie said. “It would be the biggest feather in her cap so far.”
Chloe shook her head. “I’ll believe it when I see it. What are my other choices?”
“Daisy Ford,” Lori said, naming one of the waitresses down at the Primrose Café. “Jesse Bradshaw, Andrew Canton.” Lori read off a few other names before tossing in Bernie Shumaker, who had to be as old as Blue Falls.
“Okay, now I know you all have lost it.”
Sophie shrugged. “Got to do something. It’s a slow night.”
They all froze.
“You did not just say that,” Lori said.
They all looked toward the emergency entrance as if Sophie’s words would tempt a herd of sick and injured to start flooding the ER. When the doors remained free of patients, they breathed a collective sigh of relief.
“What about you, Chloe?” Jenna asked, grinning. “You’re single. Maybe we should put your name on the list.”
