independent she is. We are going to have to stay around her or she’s gonna try and do everything on her own.”
“We’ll take it in turns staying with her. I don’t want her left alone for a minute. She could end up pulling those stitches if she’s not careful.”
Bronsin kicked the back door, demanding entry. Stedman held it open since his brother’s arms were full of containers of food.
“Martha sent over enough food for all of us. I’ll put Alicia’s in the fridge. She might want something to eat when she wakes up.”
Ward filled Bronsin in on their plan about one of them staying with Alicia at all times until the sutures were removed. Once he had finished eating, Ward went to check on Alicia. She was sleeping. Her face was turned away from him, but he could tell by her deep, even breathing. Walking stealthily, he moved around to the other side of the bed and stood looking down at her. The color was back in her face, and he sighed with relief. Kneeling down on the floor, he gently brushed her hair back and silently cursed when he saw tear tracks on her cheeks. She shouldn’t have been in any pain, at least not yet. Wolf had given her a local anesthetic to numb her hand while he cleaned and sewed up the injury.
He soothed her when she whimpered by lightly caressing her forehead. How the hell are we going to keep you here with us, little one? Please stay so we can show you how much you mean to us.
Ward stayed with her until his knees began to ache. Sighing with frustration that he and his brothers hadn’t tried to woo Alicia earlier, he finally stood and left the room and headed to the kitchen. He hated that Alicia was hurt, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Bronsin and Stedman had left to help the hired hands with the horses. There were so many of them that needed to be exercised, and all of the team members helped out. When they weren’t on a mission this was what they did to keep themselves occupied. It was also a cover used by the Elite Dragons team so the general public didn’t know the black ops team lived amongst them. The twelve men had earned the respect and trust of their bosses years ago. The Healys, the Tiltmans, and the Garmans had all agreed with their leaders, Coulter, Trace, and Corbin Thornell, when they had suggested they set up the stud farm.
Now that they were semiretired they spent more and more time with their horses. They raised a lot of different breeds. They supplied other ranches with mustangs, and they also sold Arabians to the racing world. The mixed breeds of Palominos, mustangs, and Arabians were the horses they loved to ride. These mounts were large enough to handle such big men but were also bred for stamina and strength. Each member of the Elite Dragons could live very comfortably on what they had earned while in the forces as well as what they had brought in from their stud business. If they wanted they could all just laze around for the rest of their lives. But that wasn’t in any of their makeup. Each man was so used to being busy they would go stir-crazy if they didn’t have anything to do.
Alicia was also used to working for a living, Ward reflected, and they really needed to find her something to keep her occupied once she healed up or she was going to leave from pure and utter boredom.
Bronsin and Stedman stepped in through the back door. They stopped to remove their shoes and headed for the coffee.
“What are we going to do about something for Alicia to do around here?” Ward asked his brothers.
“I’ve been thinking about that.” Stedman took a sip of his coffee.
“Once her hand is better, she could start working with the horses full-time. We can offer her a salary if she wants one.”
“You think Coulter will allow it?”
Stedman shrugged. “No one objects to having her around.”
Ward was grateful for that. If his teammates had given any sign of Alicia not being welcome, he’d have to have words with them. “Besides, she’s damn