curious.â He shrugged. âBack when we were in high school, you dreamed right along with Caitlyn about getting married.â
âI did, didnât I?â Her voice went soft and she settled on a hay bale facing him, elbows propped on her knees. âMy parents married right out of high school and Mom never worked outside the home. She didnât have a clue about how to get a job, balance the checkbook or pay the bills.â
She picked up the gray kitten and cuddled it. âDad had done everything for her. For a while after he died, I thought Iâd have to give up college and stay home to take care of her. It made me realize I never want to need anyone that much.â
âEverybody needs somebody.â
âLook whoâs talking.â She caught his gaze. âMr. Iâm-Never-Getting-Married-so-I-Can-Travel-and-Do-What-I-Want.â
âI guess it got old.â But it really hadnât. Not until heâd seen her again. Only one thing was certain. Being close to her drove it home. If he didnât have a bubble in his head, heâd go after way more than friendship with Ally.
He had to stop thinking about things he couldnât pursue. âI could build you a few extra pens above the ones you already have to solve your cat problem.â
âIâd always planned to do that, just havenât had time.â She bit her lip. âThat would be great, but if you really want to help me, there is something else you can do.â
âJust ask.â
âWould you sell me a few acres? I had my eye on five, but one would get me out of a bind.â
Heâd have loved to. But the problem with that was that he was only leasing. Yet he needed his family to believe he was willingly retiring to become a rancher. Otherwise, theyâd get curious and if they learned about his health situation, theyâd hover and heâd have no peace while he decided what to do.
He couldnât burden her with his secret.
âWell?â
âAlly?â A manâs voice called out, cutting off any response he might have given her.
âOver in the neighborâs barn,â she yelled.
Footfalls crunched across the gravel and a shadow fell over the doorway.
A gray-haired man wearing scrubs stepped inside. âEverything go okay with the mastiff?â
âSheâll be fine.â She nodded. âThe car just grazed her. Lacerations and contusions, but no internal injuries or broken bones. Most of her damage came from the highway.â
âOuch.â The man winced. âPoor girl. I finished the vaccinations. Derek filled out all the records and heâs putting the ranch file in the office. Just thought Iâd check in before I go.â
Ally gestured to the man. âThis is Dr. Lance Bridges, the other vet here at my clinic. Cody is our new neighbor. He took Bruno and the three strays I got in yesterday, just in the knick of time. Iâll tell you all about it tomorrow.â
âNice meeting you.â Cody clasped hands with Lance.
âLikewise.â
âYou go on home. Iâm sure Erin has your supper ready.â
âSee you tomorrow.â As Dr. Bridges turned away, a younger man approached. Blond, midtwenties.
âSome first day, huh, Derek?â
âI loved every minute of it.â The younger man smiled, scratched the kitten Ally held under its chin. His hand dangerously close to hers.
Huh? Was he flirting with Ally?
Was this guy an assistant? Or working on being her boyfriend?
Ally pushed stray strands of hair away from her face. âYou tell that sweet wife of yours Iâll try not to keep you this late on a daily basis.â
Whew. Thankfully the guy was married.
But what should it matter? Allyâs love life was none of Codyâs concern. It couldnât be.
âDonât worry. Brandy understands my work.â The guy turned to the door.
âWhere are my manners?â Ally stood,