Wild One: 3 (Caden Kink) Read Online Free Page A

had all he could take. He took off his reading glasses and closed his eyes, then massaged his aching temples. Doc had never moved into the world of computers and didn’t intend to do so as long as he was still around and kicking. As soon as the old guy retired Les would have the records computerized—hopefully before his eyeballs popped out of his head from trying to review Doc’s scribbled patient notes, which had been tossed haphazardly into dog-eared manila folders.
    Hey, I’ve actually decided to stay here.
    Les still complained occasionally about the vast, unchanging scenery and the lack of big-city conveniences, but truth was that Caden was growing on him. He was coming to like the wide-open spaces and the rugged, hardworking people who seemed to appreciate what he tried to do for them far more than the masses of sometimes pathetic humanity who had passed through the doors of the Houston.
    Although he hadn’t run across a woman who made him think about wine or roses or forever, he’d found an acceptable sexual outlet at the Neon Lasso, playing with several club subs who seemed as anxious as he to avoid establishing emotional connections. In less than three months, he’d settled comfortably in a small house located within walking distance of the office, where he could hang his hat when he needed privacy.
    When his mentor poked his head through Les’ office door he said, “Hey, Doc, I think I’ll break for lunch. Afterward, if you want, I’ll make the rest of the house calls for you.” He couldn’t help noticing how tired the older man looked, or the way he seemed to be growing frailer by the day.
    “No thanks, son, you took your turn this morning. Going to see the housebound patients who live within driving distance makes me feel useful.” He frowned, showing how it troubled him to have failed the physical required to renew his pilot’s license just before Christmas. “Besides, most of my older patients would think I’d deserted them if I sent my associate instead of going myself.”
    Les sighed as he took off his lab coat and shrugged on a shearling jacket to ward off the chill from the fierce winter wind. Wishing, now that he’d pretty much decided to stick around Caden, that Doc would slow down the way he’d said he wanted to during the pre-hiring interviews, Les headed next door. Seeing two fine pieces of horseflesh tied up in front of The Corral, he couldn’t help grinning. As he’d felt the day he’d arrived here, he could almost believe that he’d just stepped into a piece of the Old West.
    Caden certainly was different from the lazy, warm west Louisiana town where he’d grown up. So far, though, he liked the people he’d met and the relaxed atmosphere of a community where everyone pretty much knew and depended on everybody else.
    Inside The Corral, he waved a greeting to Bye Caden and Bye’s wife Karen, one of the two lawyers who shared office space above The Corral. Then he saw her—a hot, gorgeous blonde whose shoulder-length hair kissed her rosy cheeks. The woman who was sliding into the booth opposite Karen and Bye more than did justice to her snug jeans. A flannel Western shirt fairly caressed firm, high breasts he’d like to examine up close—for pleasure, not business.
    “Hey, Les, come join us,” Bye said, motioning toward the empty seat next to the blonde. He noticed that they’d taken the best spot in the place, in front of a window that provided a view of the town’s main street—its only street worthy of the name.
    Les wasted no time sliding into the booth, or breathing in a strangely arousing mix of the blonde’s musky, sweet cologne and saddle soap. He must not be playing at the club often enough, because just her nearness had his cock swelling in his pants.
    “What’ll it be, Doc?”
    Les looked up at the hovering bartender. “I’ll have a sliced barbecue sandwich, Mac, and coffee.” He told himself the spicy beef on a bun was no less healthy than the