The Billionaire Cowboy's Carolina Girl (Contemporary BWWM Romance) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Mia Caldwell
sister."
"Anita," he said softly, "I never got to live my dreams out either. I'm thirty, and I got no family, no farm... and no wife."
"I find it hard to believe that you couldn't find someone who wanted to marry you. You're the full package... rich, handsome, funny. I mean, your fashion sense hasn't improved with age... but I think you pull off Levi's and a shirt from the army depot pretty well."
"Hey, girl. I'll have you know that this shirt was custom made for me. By L.L. Bean. I graduated from the army depot." We pulled into the hospital, and Billy held me up again, taking me into his arms and lifting me from the car smoothly and surely. His voice turned serious as he carried me into the emergency room doors. "I never found you," he said softly. "I think that's why I'm still looking. It's what brought me here. And I swear if I'd known that you were at this silly little matchmaking agency..."
"It's not silly," I said as he walked through the door. He nodded to one of the nurses, and she helped sign us in, taking us over to a room where they x-rayed my twisted foot.
"Well, regardless, I would have been here a lot sooner. I would have been here with bells on, with a damn ring to give to you."
"You can't be serious," I breathed. My voice was barely a whisper. A nurse whisked us back to another room, moving equipment around, and starting a drip for a mild painkiller. The pinprick of the needle seemed distant and far away compared to Billy Joe's face, so close to mine. The relief and heat of the narcotic washed over me. Billy's face seemed to be backed by a light, glowing with a beauty separate from the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital. "We dated for three months."
"I didn't care," he said, his voice as sure and confident as it always had been. "I always knew it was you. I loved you from the very first day I saw you." He bent down to the hospital bed, brushing his lips against mine. A shock ran through my system, activating that place in my core that had wanted Billy Joe Wootton for so very long. A flood of memory came back to me... his hands on mine... moving slowing over my body and bringing me to heights of pleasure no other man had been able to achieve. He crushed his lips against mine, and I threw my arms around his neck through the dull haze of the morphine.
"Alright, no messing with the patient," came a voice. A doctor appeared in the room. Billy pulled away, keeping my hand in his. The doctor immediately began to work on my foot, using ultrasound to detect any bleeding and showing us X-rays that I barely remembered getting taken. "Looks like this lady has a hairline fracture, and it looks like her tendons never properly healed from an old injury. There's also a slipped bone in her foot, and quite a lot of stress on the toes. Are you a former ballerina, Miss Taylor?" I nodded, biting my lip again. Doctors never liked to deal with professional dancers since we were so likely to power through the pain instead of getting medical help. “We'll get you a boot on this foot,” the doctor continued, “And you'll have to come back for both physical therapy… new cast… all that.”
"Could she do that in Austin?" Billy squeezed my hand. My heart beat fast, my mouth going completely dry.
"I don't see why not. Are you her husband? You two live in Austin? It says here you live in L.A., Miss Taylor." I opened my mouth to respond, my consciousness not quite catching up to what Billy had said.
"Fiancé," he said. "We're moving back to Austin soon."
"Well then, you're the one who needs to make sure she gets physical therapy. And then she'll be able to do whatever she wants in a few months. None of this original injury was taken care of how it should have been."
"Billy," I whispered as the doctor walked off. "I can't go to Austin. My life is here. Besides, doesn't your family live in Dallas?"
"Screw my family. I'll take you back and marry you before they can say any damn thing about it. By
"Anita," he said softly, "I never got to live my dreams out either. I'm thirty, and I got no family, no farm... and no wife."
"I find it hard to believe that you couldn't find someone who wanted to marry you. You're the full package... rich, handsome, funny. I mean, your fashion sense hasn't improved with age... but I think you pull off Levi's and a shirt from the army depot pretty well."
"Hey, girl. I'll have you know that this shirt was custom made for me. By L.L. Bean. I graduated from the army depot." We pulled into the hospital, and Billy held me up again, taking me into his arms and lifting me from the car smoothly and surely. His voice turned serious as he carried me into the emergency room doors. "I never found you," he said softly. "I think that's why I'm still looking. It's what brought me here. And I swear if I'd known that you were at this silly little matchmaking agency..."
"It's not silly," I said as he walked through the door. He nodded to one of the nurses, and she helped sign us in, taking us over to a room where they x-rayed my twisted foot.
"Well, regardless, I would have been here a lot sooner. I would have been here with bells on, with a damn ring to give to you."
"You can't be serious," I breathed. My voice was barely a whisper. A nurse whisked us back to another room, moving equipment around, and starting a drip for a mild painkiller. The pinprick of the needle seemed distant and far away compared to Billy Joe's face, so close to mine. The relief and heat of the narcotic washed over me. Billy's face seemed to be backed by a light, glowing with a beauty separate from the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital. "We dated for three months."
"I didn't care," he said, his voice as sure and confident as it always had been. "I always knew it was you. I loved you from the very first day I saw you." He bent down to the hospital bed, brushing his lips against mine. A shock ran through my system, activating that place in my core that had wanted Billy Joe Wootton for so very long. A flood of memory came back to me... his hands on mine... moving slowing over my body and bringing me to heights of pleasure no other man had been able to achieve. He crushed his lips against mine, and I threw my arms around his neck through the dull haze of the morphine.
"Alright, no messing with the patient," came a voice. A doctor appeared in the room. Billy pulled away, keeping my hand in his. The doctor immediately began to work on my foot, using ultrasound to detect any bleeding and showing us X-rays that I barely remembered getting taken. "Looks like this lady has a hairline fracture, and it looks like her tendons never properly healed from an old injury. There's also a slipped bone in her foot, and quite a lot of stress on the toes. Are you a former ballerina, Miss Taylor?" I nodded, biting my lip again. Doctors never liked to deal with professional dancers since we were so likely to power through the pain instead of getting medical help. “We'll get you a boot on this foot,” the doctor continued, “And you'll have to come back for both physical therapy… new cast… all that.”
"Could she do that in Austin?" Billy squeezed my hand. My heart beat fast, my mouth going completely dry.
"I don't see why not. Are you her husband? You two live in Austin? It says here you live in L.A., Miss Taylor." I opened my mouth to respond, my consciousness not quite catching up to what Billy had said.
"Fiancé," he said. "We're moving back to Austin soon."
"Well then, you're the one who needs to make sure she gets physical therapy. And then she'll be able to do whatever she wants in a few months. None of this original injury was taken care of how it should have been."
"Billy," I whispered as the doctor walked off. "I can't go to Austin. My life is here. Besides, doesn't your family live in Dallas?"
"Screw my family. I'll take you back and marry you before they can say any damn thing about it. By
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