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

himself. “Follow up in our ER in two days, sooner if you have any problems. The ER doctor can return you to work.”
    So much for that. Still, a sigh of relief followed. It was nice to hear things would be back on track soon. “Thank you.” He picked up her chart and turned to go, but she stopped him. “Oh, and Doctor? It was nice meeting you.”
    He turned to her with that stomach-spearing smile. “I suspect we’ll meet again soon.”
    All sorts of happy thoughts accompanied that statement until she realized what he meant. “Oh, yeah. What with us both working here and all.”
    Dr. Williams shot Caleb an all-serious look. “Follow me out to the station. There are a couple other things I need to mention.”
    Caleb stared at him warily. “It ain’t like I’m Rose’s spokesperson. Whatever you got to tell her, you can do it here.”
    The doctor frowned. “This isn’t about Rose. It’s about your injury.”
    Caleb shifted in his seat and folded his arms. “Ah. That.”
    “I’m mandated to report gunshot wounds,” the doctor went on. “If you’ll come answer a couple questions, I can decide whether that will be necessary in this case.”
    Rose felt a flicker of guilt. Blabbing about the gunshot wasn’t a nice way to say thanks to her rescuer. She’d just felt compelled. For some reason, she’d really wanted Dr. Williams to know Caleb was hurt.
    Caleb sighed heavily. “Fine.” He pushed back the chair and stood, rounding the bed. He tipped his hat to Rose as he did. “I’ll be back to take you home.”
    A doctor and a cowboy—two childhood fantasies, side by side. Be still, my rapidly beating heart, she thought.
    With a final glance at her, the men departed. The room felt completely empty minus the two hot studs. One of them she’d see again when she started work in a few days. The other was about to give her a lift home. Lord, have mercy.

Chapter Three
     
    Several hours later, Rose pulled a comb through her damp hair. Wet locks hung in a straight sheet of burgundy, brushing over the bruising on her collarbone. Staring in the mirror at the mottled seat belt marks that ran diagonally across her chest, it was little wonder she had felt so rotten when she woke up in the hospital. Still, the hot bath Caleb insisted on drawing as soon as she got home had done a world of good. And now, the man who had literally crashed into her life was just one room away while she stood naked in the bedroom of her new apartment.
    She swallowed at the thought and wandered to the closet to pull on a powder-blue tank top, a soft, white sweater, and black jogging pants. Running would be out for a few days, which was a shame. She’d been looking forward to jogging in the beautiful, rustic surroundings.
    After wiggling her toes on the cold floor, she tugged on a pair of socks. The mountain climate had been a huge change from her last assignment, back in the south where it was warm and humid this time of year. That seemed like ages ago.
    One last look in the mirror failed to impress her. There were faint circles beneath her grayish-blue eyes, and her skin seemed paler than usual against the purplish bruising on her chest and face. Skid marks from the air bag were scabbing over on her nose and cheek. Yuck.
    She should be grateful, she knew. Things could have been much worse. She was on her feet, able to worry about things like whether her hard nipples were noticeable through the thin sweater. Her biggest problem at the moment was drumming up the courage to face her hero.
    The man had carried her two miles to make sure she got help despite her clipping him with her car. Bleeding and injured, he’d seen to her safety first. Funny how men had thrown themselves at her for years without success, but when a wolf had thrown itself in front of her, she suddenly had not one, but two men wedged prominently in her thoughts.
    A slick of lip gloss failed to completely disguise her flaky, dry lips, and finally, she couldn’t stall any