What The Cowboy Prescribes.... Mary Starleigh
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her hand.
“No problem.” He nodded, shook her hand quickly, then turned and walked to his table. After placing a few bills by his check, he shrugged into his jacket and headed for the door.
“Hey, wait a minute. I’d like to know your name,” Meg called as she crossed the room.
As if not hearing her, he opened the door, stepped outside and pulled it closed behind him. Meg stared at the door for a moment, then grabbed the knob. She yanked it open and walked out into the Texas sunshine.
The man pivoted back toward her. Furrows gnarled his forehead and a look of pure aggravation darkened his handsome face. Chestnut hair, the color of a wild horse she’d ridden once, was combed back from his forehead. A black turtleneck accented his tanned skin and was tucked neatly into new jeans that had been pressed to a knife’s edge.
Her hand found his arm, and the rich, soft cashmere of his jacket. “At least tell me your name so I can thank you properly. Are you a doctor?”
“I was.”
“And your name?”
“Steve Hartly.”
His dark, smoky voice wove a spell around her. “Are you just passing through Jackson?” she pressed.
“I stopped for lunch.”
The color of his eyes, like dark Texas earth, again reflected the strong emotion she’d seen inside the café, when he was comforting the child.
Meg’s hand dropped to her side and she took an exhausted breath. “Thanks for stepping in and helping Erin.”
Steve studied her for a moment, then jammed his hands into his pockets. “You’re welcome. But there’s no need to thank me. It was a simple procedure.”
Before she could say anything else, he turned to leave.
Her hand flew to his arm again. At the touch, his biceps hardened, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach.
He turned back. “I need to get going.”
Meg caught a glimpse of their reflections in the mirrorlike, plate-glass window. Steve was at least a head taller, and the painted yellow heart on the café’s sign was accenting both their shimmering images.
Another fluttering of butterflies assaulted her.
“It’s tough being the only doctor in town,” she blurted. Now why had she said that?
Silently he studied every inch and curve of her body, then glanced into her eyes. “You look like you can handle just about anything.”
As if on the wild horse again, Meg felt her stomach flip-flop.
“Well…y-yes,” she stuttered, confused at her physical reaction to the stranger.
“I’ve got to be on my way.”
For some crazy reason, she didn’t want Steve to leave. “Sorry your lunch was interrupted.”
“No problem.” His right brow arched slightly, making his face more asymmetrical, yet more handsome.
“Sunshine has great food. You’ll have to…” The rest of her suggestion evaporated. What was she planning to say?
Steve brought his hand to his chin and studied her again.
“You might want…” Meg was finding it hard to complete a thought. “My office and clinic—” she pointed down the sidewalk “—right there.…”
She glanced back to the reflection in the café window. Why hadn’t she combed her hair earlier?
His brow arched again.
“Ever practice in a rural area?” she queried.
Steve shook his head.
“Well, it’s very interesting. Busy, though. Jackson’s a wonderful place.” She poised her hand on her hip. His eyes remained on her, and her mouth turned as dry as a Texas wind.
Darn it!
What was wrong with her? She’d felt so tired before she’d come down to the Sunshine, yet at the moment she was feeling so alive. Maybe all she needed was a good night’s sleep.
The sun came out from behind a feathery cloud, and Steve squinted a little. Tiny crinkles formed around his eyes and added to his attractiveness. There’d be no sleeping with this man around. Coming from out of nowhere, the thought jarred her.
Steve cleared his throat. “I should get going.”
Before she could say another word, he walked to a shiny black BMW sitting two parking spaces down from the Sunshine Café. His muscular legs carried his massive frame with ease.
Meg leaned against the concrete wall and crossed her arms. Steve opened the car door and climbed in. Through a lightly tinted windshield, she could see him settle himself against the seat and start the engine.
Then his attention shifted to her. His strong jaw accented his full mouth, and one dark brow arched higher than the other again, adding to his powerful, mysterious persona.
Meg’s stomach fluttered once more. She was either hungry or tired, and right now she couldn’t do anything about either state. She gripped her arms in a self-conscious hug, then raised her right hand and waved goodbye.
Steve didn’t smile, only nodded, then maneuvered the soundless automobile out of the parking space onto Main Street.
She chewed the inside of her cheek and shoved her hands into her pockets. Thank goodness that was over. But she was glad he’d been around to help Erin.
Cal Bradford opened the café door. “Hey, Meg, can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
“No thanks, Cal. I’ve got to get back to the office. How’s Donna?”
“She’ll be okay if I can keep her from working so hard.”
“You need to make her stay off her feet. It won’t be too long now until you’re a daddy.”
Cal smiled and then shook his head. “You know Donna when she makes up her mind.” He shifted his gaze to the street. “Good that guy was here.”
“Yes.” She gazed at the last trace of shiny black metal. “Don’t let Donna work too hard, Cal.” Meg nodded to him and started down the sidewalk to her office. She only managed to take a few steps before she glanced over her shoulder.
The black BMW had disappeared.
Hopefully, her afternoon and evening would be less disruptive than the past ten minutes had been.
Three hours later, Meg sat behind her desk, closed her eyes and wondered how long a person could actually go without sleep.
“You okay, Mego?”
She glanced at her cousin and held out the letter she was still holding in her hand. “My insurance company says I need another doctor for the clinic.”
“So go out and hire one,” James Dean Pruitt stated in his matter-of-fact way.
His innocence made her want to laugh, but the aching fatigue attacking her every muscle wouldn’t allow Meg even a chuckle. She shook her head. “I tried to find someone last weekend when Jackson almost fell apart without me.”
“Kate and I figured you went to Galveston for a long weekend. Not so, huh?”
Meg waved the letter again. “For weeks I’ve been trying to find a doctor who’ll work in Jackson. This bureaucratic memo from my insurance company gives me no choice now.”
“How so?”
“They’re demanding I find another doctor or they’re pulling my malpractice insurance.”
“Can they do that?”
“Sure. The suits at the home office claim that