Cowboy First Aid
EMT Tracey is down on cowboys — they live on the road and any day can suffer a crippling or fatal accident. Burned by her trucker ex-husband’s infidelity, she feels love and a traveling life style can never mix. When she picks up Skip Horton after he’s been trampled by two horses, she can’t help but notice his great physique. Then he awakens in the ambulance and steals a kiss. She’s torn between attraction and wrath. Damn randy cowboys! Will they never quit flirting?
When her impulsive offer ends with him spending the night at her home, the attraction explodes. This cowboy, even injured, can make her feel things she’s never felt before. But won’t he be gone tomorrow? She doesn’t dare let lust overrule her common sense, much less admit her feelings could be anything deeper. But how can she help wanting more and more and more when this cowboy provides first air for her wounded heart and self-esteem?
As she bent over to take the blood pressure cuff off the cowboy’s arm, her chest was right above his face. Just when she began to shift back, his eyes popped open. For a moment his gaze plumbed the cleavage revealed by the drooping vee neck of her pullover scrub top. Then he stared up at her face with a perplexed look.
He had beautiful eyes, the rich dark brown of the best quality Dutch chocolate, rimmed with a picket fence of curling black lashes. The start of squint lines lightly etching the skin at their outer corners lent a hint of humor to his expression.
She could barely hear him through the oxygen mask, but it sounded like he said, “Gawd awmighty, I musta died. For sure this is an angel bendin’ over me.”
Feeling her face burn with the blush, she drew herself upright. “Don’t try to talk,” she ordered, striving for a stern tone. “You need to lie still and stay quiet.”
“Aw hell, a bossy angel. Come on, sugar. You’re too purty to act like a mean, old school teacher.”
Tracey huffed out a short sigh of exasperation. “It’s for your own good, cowboy. We don’t know how badly you’re hurt. You just had two horses romp all over you and probably got kicked on the way down, too. Just relax. We’ll have you to the hospital in a few more minutes.”
“Honey, I purely hate hospitals. Can’t you just kiss it and make everything better?”
“I’m not your mommy.” Although Tracey heard the acerbic bite in her words, she didn’t repent. Sometimes these damn randy cowboys were just too much. This one could be half dead, but he was flirting up a storm. “Anyway, I’d have to go from the top of your hard head to the bottom of your feet. You’re probably busted in a thousand pieces.”
The darn cuff seemed to be caught on something. She tugged, but it wouldn’t come free. She had to lean over again to see what was wrong.
How an injured man could move so fast she didn’t know. Somehow he had the oxygen mask down and a hand twining into her hair, tugging her down to him, before she realized what was happening. Then, heaven help her, for a second or two she was not aware of anything in the world except the feel and taste of his mouth against hers. Even as her lips began to respond, she jerked away.
“Damn it! What in the blazes do you think you’re doing?”
Either he had passed out again or he was playing possum. Whatever the cause, he did not respond. Seconds later, Bo braked to a stop at the emergency entrance of River Bend General.
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I’m a lifelong reader and nearly life-long writer who loves the southwest, the outdoors and high adventure. And of course a bit or romance!