Dr. Colton's High-Stakes Fiancée. Cindy Dees
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and the massive, beamed ceilings felt like they were closing in on him. Hell, Honey Creek was closing in on him.
If his old football coach hadn’t extracted a promise out of him to stay for the big homecoming dance this coming Saturday night, he’d be on his way back to Bozeman already. But Coach Meyer was losing his battle with cancer, and he’d asked all his players to come back for one last reunion. It was damned hard to say no to a dying man’s last request.
He had to get out of the house. He grabbed his coat and a set of keys and stormed out. As he stomped through the mud room intent on escape, Maisie’s voice drifted out of the kitchen. “What’s his problem?”
Damien’s voice floated to him as he opened the back door. “Woman trouble.”
Finn slammed the door shut so hard it rattled in the frame. Woman trouble? Ha!
Rachel raced home from the office to check on Brownie. He seemed more alert and had a little more appetite. He even gave several thumps of his thick, long tail whenever she walked into the kitchen. After both of them had eaten, she signed onto the Internet to do some research about care of injured animals. She browsed various veterinary advice sites for an hour or so and then, following the recommendation of several of them, went into the kitchen to check the color of Brownie’s gums. Supposedly, pink was healthy and dark red or pale white was bad.
Gingerly, she took hold of his lip and raised it to take a peek. He pulled his head away weakly but not before she glimpsed pasty white gums. She laid her hands on his side and he definitely felt hot to the touch. Oh, no. Finn had warned her that infection and fever were a major risk to Brownie’s survival.
She headed for the phone and dialed the same veterinarian from the night before. “Hi, this is Rachel Grant. I called last night.”
“Ahh, yes. The injured dog. How’s he doing?”
“I think he’s developing a fever.”
“If you want to bring him up to Bozeman, I’ll meet you at my office.”
She winced. The dog had to weigh seventy pounds, even in his emaciated state, and even if she could lift him herself, she doubted Brownie would cooperate with getting into her compact car. At least not without doing even more damage to his injured leg. “I don’t think I can get him up to Bozemen by myself.”
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