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shot last week in the car.
Chapter Eight
“So … what’s the problem with this little angel here?” Sam returned to squat before them.
Well, Doc, she’s nauseous and has a fever, and I’m just plain nauseous.
“Miss Shannon won’t let me ride my horsy,” Evie said with a sad sniff, no hesitation at all in throwing Shannon under the bus for trying to do the right thing.
Shannon sighed. Again.
Sam smiled up at Shannon, and her stomach plunged at a mottled yellow and purple bruise around his eye. She put a hand to her mouth, feeling like a despicable human being. “Oh no, did I do that?” she whispered, nodding at his shiner.
His twitch of a smile was in perfect sync with the sparkle in his eyes. “Afraid so, Teach, but trust me—it’s a lesson I learned well.”
Shannon punished her lip with her teeth. “Sam, I am so sorry.”
He peered up with that rare gravity she’d seen before despite the curve of his lips. “I’m not. I had it coming, Shannon, and besides” —he winked— “my patients think I look like a pirate, striking fear in the hearts of both maiden and man.”
“Are you?” Evie asked, eyes wide.
Sam’s gaze lingered on Shannon, the sober apology in his eyes at odds with the playful tone he just used with Evie. “Not anymore,” he whispered before refocusing on his patient with his killer smile. “So … what’s your name, pretty girl?”
“Evie,” she said softly with a sweet smile, and Shannon could have sworn the little dickens fluttered her lashes.
“Wow, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl!” He rose and placed a palm to her forehead. “You’re definitely warm, so what hurts, sweetheart?”
“My tummy and my head.” Evie gave him a sad-eyed gaze.
“And she threw up,” Shannon said sweetly, satisfied when Sam took a step back.
“Okay, then.” He turned around, dimples working overtime as he grinned at Evie over his shoulder. “How about I give you a horsy ride over to the table, Evie, so we can take a better look?” Butting up to the bed, he scooted low so Evie could climb onto his broad back, looping his arms to brace her legs. “Ready? Hold on tight, sweetheart, because here we go.”
Shannon battled a smile when he galloped to the examination table yelling, “yee-haw!” and all sorts of cowboy jargon, unwilling to give him a chance to soften her heart. Yes, he was a kind and decent individual when it came to children, but when it came to women? She issued a silent grunt, her guard going up with a tight fold of arms as she followed behind. He was little more than a Casanova, and she wasn’t about to give him a chance to con her again.
“Don’t let him bamboozle you, Shan. The man has a masters in roguery, so it might be good to lend him an ear, but nothing else.”
Another grunt made it to her lips, only this one slipped out, braising her cheeks when it drew the bamboozler’s gaze with a curious smile.
“Okay, cowgirl,” he said to Evie after he’d finished his examination, whipping a Tootsie Roll Pop out of his pocket like it was a gun. He aimed it at her with a Clint Eastwood squint. “I reckon you’ve got a touch of cowgirl virus, ma’am, so I’m gonna give you a swig of this here cowboy juice to help you feel better …” He paused to measure out some cherry-looking medicine that Evie gulped down, then handed her a Pedialyte juice box from the fridge. “I need you to drink as much of this here cherry juice as you can, little lady, then bunk down here for a while to get some shut-eye. Nurse Serena and I need to keep an eye on you for a while, okay?”
The Tootsie Roll Pop bulged one of her cheeks as she nodded, garble coming out when she tried to talk. Sam calmly removed the pop for a moment while Evie blinked up at him. “But when am I going to get to ride my horsy?” she whispered, a glaze of tears starting to form.
Sam popped her sucker back in with a kiss to her head. “A day or two, sweetie-pie, I promise, but
Chapter Eight
“So … what’s the problem with this little angel here?” Sam returned to squat before them.
Well, Doc, she’s nauseous and has a fever, and I’m just plain nauseous.
“Miss Shannon won’t let me ride my horsy,” Evie said with a sad sniff, no hesitation at all in throwing Shannon under the bus for trying to do the right thing.
Shannon sighed. Again.
Sam smiled up at Shannon, and her stomach plunged at a mottled yellow and purple bruise around his eye. She put a hand to her mouth, feeling like a despicable human being. “Oh no, did I do that?” she whispered, nodding at his shiner.
His twitch of a smile was in perfect sync with the sparkle in his eyes. “Afraid so, Teach, but trust me—it’s a lesson I learned well.”
Shannon punished her lip with her teeth. “Sam, I am so sorry.”
He peered up with that rare gravity she’d seen before despite the curve of his lips. “I’m not. I had it coming, Shannon, and besides” —he winked— “my patients think I look like a pirate, striking fear in the hearts of both maiden and man.”
“Are you?” Evie asked, eyes wide.
Sam’s gaze lingered on Shannon, the sober apology in his eyes at odds with the playful tone he just used with Evie. “Not anymore,” he whispered before refocusing on his patient with his killer smile. “So … what’s your name, pretty girl?”
“Evie,” she said softly with a sweet smile, and Shannon could have sworn the little dickens fluttered her lashes.
“Wow, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl!” He rose and placed a palm to her forehead. “You’re definitely warm, so what hurts, sweetheart?”
“My tummy and my head.” Evie gave him a sad-eyed gaze.
“And she threw up,” Shannon said sweetly, satisfied when Sam took a step back.
“Okay, then.” He turned around, dimples working overtime as he grinned at Evie over his shoulder. “How about I give you a horsy ride over to the table, Evie, so we can take a better look?” Butting up to the bed, he scooted low so Evie could climb onto his broad back, looping his arms to brace her legs. “Ready? Hold on tight, sweetheart, because here we go.”
Shannon battled a smile when he galloped to the examination table yelling, “yee-haw!” and all sorts of cowboy jargon, unwilling to give him a chance to soften her heart. Yes, he was a kind and decent individual when it came to children, but when it came to women? She issued a silent grunt, her guard going up with a tight fold of arms as she followed behind. He was little more than a Casanova, and she wasn’t about to give him a chance to con her again.
“Don’t let him bamboozle you, Shan. The man has a masters in roguery, so it might be good to lend him an ear, but nothing else.”
Another grunt made it to her lips, only this one slipped out, braising her cheeks when it drew the bamboozler’s gaze with a curious smile.
“Okay, cowgirl,” he said to Evie after he’d finished his examination, whipping a Tootsie Roll Pop out of his pocket like it was a gun. He aimed it at her with a Clint Eastwood squint. “I reckon you’ve got a touch of cowgirl virus, ma’am, so I’m gonna give you a swig of this here cowboy juice to help you feel better …” He paused to measure out some cherry-looking medicine that Evie gulped down, then handed her a Pedialyte juice box from the fridge. “I need you to drink as much of this here cherry juice as you can, little lady, then bunk down here for a while to get some shut-eye. Nurse Serena and I need to keep an eye on you for a while, okay?”
The Tootsie Roll Pop bulged one of her cheeks as she nodded, garble coming out when she tried to talk. Sam calmly removed the pop for a moment while Evie blinked up at him. “But when am I going to get to ride my horsy?” she whispered, a glaze of tears starting to form.
Sam popped her sucker back in with a kiss to her head. “A day or two, sweetie-pie, I promise, but
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