Outlaw Hartes: The Valentine Two-Step / Cassidy Harte And The Comeback Kid. RaeAnne Thayne
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tuck her stray hair back. “Did you need something, Mr. Harte?”
He was staring at her, he realized, like some hayseed who’d never seen a pretty girl before. He flushed, astounded at himself, at this completely unexpected surge of attraction. “You might as well call me Matt, especially since it looks like we’ll be working on this stupid school thing together.”
Her big green eyes that always made him think of new aspen leaves just uncurling in springtime widened even more. “You’re going to do it?”
“I said so, didn’t I?” he muttered.
She grinned. “And you sound so enthusiastic about it.”
“You want enthusiasm, you’ll have to find somebody else to help you.”
“What made you change your mind?”
He didn’t know how to answer that, and besides, it wasn’t any of her business. He said he’d do it, didn’t he? What more did she need? But somehow the sharp retort he started to make changed into something else.
“Miz McKenzie’s right,” he finally said. “Lucy’s done better in school this year than she ever has. She never would have wanted to organize something like this last year. I don’t want to ruin the improvement she’s made. Besides, she usually doesn’t ask for much. It’s a small price to pay if it’s going to make her happy.”
Ellie Webster cocked her head and looked at him like she’d just encountered a kind of animal she’d never seen before.
“What?” he asked, annoyed at himself for feeling so defensive.
“Nothing. You’re just full of surprises, Mr. Harte.”
“Matt,” he muttered. “I said you should call me Matt.”
“Matt.” She smiled suddenly, the most genuine smile she’d ever given him. He stared at it, at her, feeling like he’d just spent a few hours out in the hard sun without his hat.
“Is that why you stopped?” she asked. “To tell me you decided to help with the carnival?”
He shrugged and ordered his heartbeat to behave itself. “I had to drop by the post office next door anyway. I thought maybe if you had a second this morning, we could get a cup of coffee over at the diner and come up with a game plan. At least figure out where to start.”
Again, she looked surprised, but she nodded. “That’s a good idea. But if you’re just looking for coffee, SueAnn makes the best cup this side of the Rockies. We can talk in my office.”
“That would be fine. I’ve already had breakfast. You, ah, need to get cleaned up or anything?”
She glanced down at her muddy jeans, then at the goat with a grimace. “Can you wait ten minutes? Since I’m already muddy, I might as well take a look at Cleo now.”
He thought of the million-and-one things he had to do at the ranch after he ran to the parts store in Idaho Falls—the buyers he had coming in later in the afternoon, the three horses waiting for the farrier, the inevitable paperwork always confronting him.
He should just take a rain check, but for some reason that completely baffled him, he nodded. “Sure, I can wait.” His next question surprised him even more. “Need me to give you a hand?”
She smiled again, that sweet, friendly smile. “That would be great. I’m afraid Cleo isn’t too crazy about her visit to the vet.”
The next fifteen minutes were a real education. With his help, Ellie miraculously finessed the ornery goat into holding still long enough for an exam. She murmured soft words—nonsense, really—while her hands moved gently and carefully over the now docile goat.
“Okay, you can let go now,” she finally said. He obeyed, and the goat ambled away from them.
“What’s the verdict?” he asked.
She looked up from scribbling some notes on a chart. “Just as I suspected. Mastitis. She has a plugged milk duct. I’ll run a culture to be sure, but I think a round of antibiotics ought to take care of her.”
“Just like a cow, huh?”
“Just like. Same plumbing involved.”
“Cleo’s a hell of a lot uglier than any of my ladies.”
She grinned at him again. “Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder, Harte. I imagine Jeb Thacker wouldn’t agree. Anyway, thanks for your help.”
She led the way inside the small building where she worked. While she went in the back to change her clothes, he shot the breeze with SueAnn, who went to high school with him and whose husband ran the local nursery in town.
In a surprisingly short time, Ellie returned wearing a pair of surgical scrubs. He figured she probably was supposed to look cool and professional in the scrubs, but instead they made her look not much older than one of Lucy’s friends on her way to a sleepover, especially with her auburn hair pulled back in that ponytail.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” she said, sounding a little out of breath.
“No problem.”
SueAnn hopped up and poured a cup of coffee for Ellie. “Here you go, sugar.”
“Thanks. We’ll be in my office if you need me.”
“Take your time.”
Matt didn’t miss the not-so-subtle wink SueAnn sent the vet or the quick frown Ellie volleyed back. Before he could analyze the currents going on here, she walked into a cluttered office with books and papers everywhere. Dominating one wall was a window framing a beautiful view of the Salt River mountain range that gave the town its name. On the other was a big print of a horse—a Tennessee walker, if he wasn’t mistaken—running across a field of wildflowers, all grace and power and beauty.
“Thanks again for helping me with Cleo,” Ellie said as soon as he was seated.
“No problem. It was interesting to see you working on her.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Interesting in what way?”
He shrugged. “I kept waiting for you to pull out the needles or whatever it is you use for that stuff you do.”
“That stuff I do?”
There were suddenly as many icicles in her voice as he had hanging from his barn. “You know, that acupuncture stuff. You don’t do that all the time, then?”
Whatever friendliness might have been in her expression faded away, and she became guarded once more. “Just when the situation calls for it.”
“And this one didn’t?”
Her smile was paper-thin. “See that diploma on the wall? I’m a board-certified vet with several years’ experience in traditional veterinary medicine. The acupuncture stuff, as you call it, was just extra training to supplement my regular skills. I only use it as an alternative when some of the more orthodox treatments have failed or aren’t appropriate.”
“And when would that be?”
“A lecture on veterinary acupuncture is not the reason you stopped by, Mr. Harte.”
“I’m curious about what you do.”
She hesitated for a moment before answering. “Animals I treat most often are horses with performance problems, like short stepping or mysterious lameness. I’ve treated moon blindness successfully and also older horses with degenerative conditions like arthritis or joint disease. You’d be surprised at how effective acupuncture can be.”
He didn’t doubt that. He didn’t want to sound too skeptical, not when they were going to have to work together for the next few months, but he thought the whole thing was a bunch of hooey. Her California crowd might buy all this New Age crap, but folks in Wyoming looked at things like this a little differently.
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