Rancher's Redemption. Beth Cornelison
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we have to call Jericho…about the body I found,” she whispered so Marie wouldn’t overhear.
“I will. First I need to make sure you’re okay. If Doc is out of town, I’ll have to call an ambulance, but the nearest one could still take almost an hour to get you to a hospital.”
He stroked his stubbled cheeks, and the scrape of his callused palms on the bristles slid over her like a lover’s caress. She knew so well the sandpapery scratch of his unshaven chin against her skin, gently abrading her during lovemaking. The sensation was tantalizing, thrilling.
Tamara took a deep breath to clear the erotic memories from her head and was rewarded with a sharp stab from her battered ribs.
Her grunt of discomfort darkened Clay’s concerned stare to the shade of midnight. “Try not to move.”
She quirked a grin. “Ya think?”
Her attempt at levity bounced off his tense jaw and stress-tightened muscles. He began to pace.
When Marie returned with the cloth and antiseptic, she sat on the edge of the couch and began dabbing the scrapes on Tamara’s face. “Call the clinic,” she said. “There is a doctor filling in for Doc Mason, I think.”
Clay’s eyebrows lifted, and hope lit his eyes.
His housekeeper nodded. “That’s what I heard at Miss Sue’s. Everyone was as surprised as you.”
The mention of the local diner brought a smile to Tamara’s face. “Gossip central. Is the pecan pie there still as good as it used to be?”
Clay gave Tamara a worried frown, as if her interest in the best pie in Texas were a sign of head injury. Flipping open his cell, he punched redial. His concern for her both touched her and chafed her independence. In their marriage, Clay’s take-charge, assume-all-responsibility mode of operation had always been a mixed blessing.
Once arrangements had been made to meet the doctor on call at the Esperanza clinic and Clay had her settled in his pickup, Tamara shifted her attention once more to what she felt was a more pressing issue.
The dead man on Clay’s property.
She borrowed Clay’s phone as he drove her to town and called Sheriff Yates.
After Jericho assured her he’d start an immediate recovery and investigation of the body, she inquired what he’d learned about the money.
“Nothing yet. The serial numbers didn’t turn anything up,” Jericho said. “None of the banks in the area have a record of a withdrawal of that size or any other unusual activity. I’m checking the rest of the state now, but so far that money’s proving a dead end.”
The truck hit a bump, and she inhaled sharply.
Clay winced. “Sorry. No way to miss ’em all on this road.”
“Tamara, is something wrong?” Jericho asked.
“Did I mention how I found the body?” She explained about her fall and that Clay was taking her to the medical clinic in town.
“Ouch. Broken ribs are a bear. Sorry ’bout that.” She heard another voice in the background, heard Jericho reply. “Well, we’re headed out to the Bar None now. I’ll keep you posted.”
“For the time being, you’ll have to reach me on Clay’s cell.” She gritted her teeth as they lurched over another pothole. “But if you find my cell at the scene, I’d appreciate getting it back.”
“Sure thing. Take care, Tamara.”
When they reached Doc Mason’s clinic in Esperanza, Clay helped her out of his truck and into the wheelchair a nurse brought out. He parked the wheelchair in the waiting room and walked up to the desk to check her in.
Tamara was grousing to herself about take-charge Clay’s latest crusade when the clinic door opened and a familiar blond-haired man walked in from the street. He slipped off his sunglasses and headed straight for the front desk.
“Billy? Billy Akers?” Tamara asked.
Her longtime family friend and former neighbor turned, and when he spotted Tamara, his face lit with an effusive grin. “Well, I’ll be! Tamara the Brat! How are you?”
She smiled at his use of the nickname he and her older brother had given her growing up. Billy, who still had the build of a linebacker from his high-school days, hurried over to her and bent to give her a hug.
Tamara held up a hand to stop him. “Oh, uh…don’t squeeze.” She winced and pointed to her midriff. “Possibly broken ribs.”
Scrunching his freckled nose, Billy made an appropriately sympathetic face. “Yikes. What happened?”
She waved his question off. “Long story. Gosh, it’s good to see you. It’s been years. How are your parents?”
Billy’s face fell. “Well…not so good. Mama’s been diagnosed with ALS…Lou Gehrig’s disease.”
“Oh, no!” Grief for the woman who’d been like a second mother to her and her brother plucked Tamara’s heart.
“Seeing her suffering has been hard. Especially on Dad.”
Tamara took Billy’s hand in hers and squeezed it. “I can imagine. Oh, Billy, please give her my best. Tell her I’ll be praying for her.”
“I will.” He hitched a thumb toward the front desk. “In fact, I’m here to refill one of her prescriptions.” When he spotted Clay at the counter, a speculative gleam sparked in Billy’s eyes. “Are you here with Clay? Does this mean you two are—” He wagged a finger from Clay to Tamara.
She shook her head. “No, nothing like that.”
When she saw her denial hadn’t satisfied his curiosity, she tried to work out the simplest explanation that would stave off the rumormongers. “I was on his property when I fell, and his house was the closest help.”
“Why were you on his property? I thought you lived in San Antonio now.”
“I do. I—” She sighed, then gave him a watered-down version of the truth. Knowing this town, word had probably already spread about the Taurus being found at the Bar None. “So I was looking around his south pasture and…boom, fell in a sinkhole. Thus the possibly broken ribs.”
A bit of the color leeched from Billy’s face. “You fell in a hole?”
She flashed a chagrined smile. “Klutzy me.”
Clay strolled over and stuck out his hand toward Billy. “How ya doing, Akers?”
Billy shook hands with Clay. “I’m…uh, fine. You?”
“Good.” Her ex shifted his gaze to her. “They’re ready for you.”
Billy excused himself, promising to give her regards to his parents and offering well wishes for Tamara’s speedy recovery.
As Clay rolled her to the exam room, Tamara grinned. “That’s a small town for you. Can’t go anywhere without running into a neighbor or a lady from church or your parents’ bowling partners.”
“Which is why we always drove away from town for our dates in high school.”
“Dates? You mean when we went parking.” She wished she could recall the words as soon as she said them. No point reminding Clay of the car windows they’d steamed…or the first time they’d made love.
“Yeah. That’s what I meant.” His voice had a thick seductive rasp that told her those memories still affected him. Her pulse stuttered. Maybe he hadn’t totally wiped her from his life after all.
Doc Mason’s nurse, Ellen Hamilton, stuck her head into the hall from an exam room a couple doors down. “Right in here, Ms. Brown.” After Clay wheeled Tamara into the exam room, the petite gray-haired