Disobedient Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free Page A

over her.
    “Not the kind you’re thinking of,” she muttered quietly.
    She started forward again, determined not to so much as shuffle. She felt relieved and yet a tad unhappy when Caleb pulled his arm away. It was better that way, though. Walking was easier with her attention off him.
    Walking as quickly as she dared without risking a dizzy spell, she turned an eye to surveying the setting. When the doctor slowed down in front of the station to see the readout on her heart monitor, she checked out the nurses’ area. The space was tiny, but it appeared to have been recently remodeled. Flat screen monitors, upholstered desk chairs, and floral wallpaper border decked out the area. The nurses had rolling carts with computer screens attached to them for hauling and recording medication dispensing from room to room.
    “Not quite the orientation to the unit you were expecting,” Dr. Williams said as they set off again.
    She laughed. “Definitely not. But being on this side of things offers an interesting perspective. It seems like a nice enough place.”
    He chuckled. “Then I hope you’ll give us a thumbs-up when you do the mail-in survey.”
    The unit was laid out in a circle around the nurses’ station, and before long, they had come around to where they’d started. Once back in her room, he escorted her back to bed.
    “How are you feeling now?” he asked.
    “Honestly, my head aches, and I’m sore all over. Especially my chest.”
    “It would be a miracle otherwise.” He leaned over and laid a hand on her forehead, as though he was checking her temperature. Damn if his very touch didn’t ease the pounding against the top of her skull.
    “I’m going to take a look at your chest,” he said.
    Without awaiting the answer she couldn’t manage, he tugged the neck of her gown out and peered down inside. She flinched, and her nipples tightened automatically. A stern mental reprimand did nothing to help.
    She couldn’t tell whether he’d noticed her response, but he sounded a bit strained when he let go of the gown. “You have some bruising from the seat belt,” he said. “That’s to be expected. It could have been much worse if your airbag hadn’t deployed. Still, you’ll probably be sore for a while. I can order you something mild for the pain—and the headache. I’d prefer nothing narcotic, though, considering the concussion.”
    “I wouldn’t take a narcotic anyway. The usual over-the-counter stuff is fine.” She shifted on the mattress and winced a little. “Extra-strength would be nice, though.”
    “I’ll have the nurse bring you some acetaminophen while I write up your discharge orders. I’ll also prescribe an anti-inflammatory.” He flicked a glance at Caleb as he continued. “Do you have a ride home?”
    She hadn’t thought of that. No doubt her car had seen better days. Not that he’d probably want her driving herself after a head injury.
    “I’ll make sure she gets where she needs to go,” Caleb said.
    Rose turned to him with a wry smile. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to carry me home, too?”
    He settled his hat back on his head, and the full cowboy image emerged. Her imagination lit on fire. “I’ve got my truck.”
    “Good,” the doctor said. “No driving for her until she’s seen for follow-up.”
    Caleb looked sheepish. “Her car’s totaled anyway. I got it towed out and called the insurance company.”
    She gaped at him. “You did?”
    “The card was in your wallet. I’m real sorry about the car.”
    “It’s okay. It’s more important that we’re in one piece. When can I go back to work?” she asked, turning to the doctor. “Or, rather, start work?”
    “Follow up with your primary physician in two days. He can release you back to work at his discretion.”
    She shrugged. “I’m brand new in town. I don’t have a doctor out here.”
    “Right. Of course.” He regarded her with those gold-rush eyes while she secretly willed him to offer to see her