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Sunlight beamed in bright and warm through the shuttered window, and Maddie was reminded that she had better get a move on. Today would be her first official day on the job since the fire. She had to set up her office and see to the animals. She couldn't wait to get started. Maddie tossed off the covers, donned her robe and headed straight for the bathroom. With thoughts of a refreshing shower, Maddie pushed open the door and stopped dead in her tracks.

Shirtless, Trey stood facing the mirror with razor in hand, the unshaven half of his face still lathered up with white foam. Fresh lime permeated the air, the soapy clean scent appealing to all of her female senses. “Oh, sorry.”

Trey glanced her way for one second then faced the mirror again, taking a swipe at his beard and examining his progress. “Nothing to be sorry for. I should've been up and out early this morning. Would have been if the pipe hadn't busted in the other bathroom. Now, it looks like we'll be sharing this one until I get the plumbing fixed.”

“Oh,” Maddie said numbly. When she'd made this bargain with Trey he'd offered her this bathroom, closest to the bedrooms, while he had opted to use the one nearest the kitchen during her stay. “I hope it isn't too serious.”

But as she looked at him, Maddie knew it was
serious.
She fought to direct her gaze away from the wide expanse of Trey's solid chest. She struggled to seriously adjust her focus from the tiny hairs curling around his nipples, leading down his torso in a narrow path that flowed into a tight pair of unbuttoned jeans. Tall, tanned, muscular and about as sexy as a man could get, Trey seriously took her breath away.

“Don't know. My uncle Monty's the expert. He can fix just about anything.” Trey took another swipe at his beard then rinsed the razor in the sink. “I gave him a call, but he can't get out here until next week.” He stopped shaving to turn to her. “If it's a problem, I'll call in a plumber today.”

Struck by the full force of Trey's appeal, Maddie tried for nonchalance. After all, he'd set down the rules last night. Maddie would learn to ignore Trey Walker, even if it killed her. She shrugged. “Not a problem at all. I'll shower later.”

The last thing she wanted was to be a burden. Or cost Trey any money. She knew from their deal that Trey wasn't in good financial shape right now and hiring a plumber could get expensive. If need be, she'd share the bathroom but she'd make darn sure not to barge in on him again.

Maddie turned to leave, but Trey stopped her. “Maddie?”

She looked up. “Yes?”

Trey leaned both hands on the tiled counter and bent his head, staring into the sink. Half-shaven, half-naked and more tempting than Maddie wanted to admit, he spoke softly, “About last night—”

With a tilt of her head, Maddie finished his thought. “It was a mistake.”

His head snapped up and his dark eyes studied her for a moment. “Right.”

“And it'll never happen again.”

He hesitated. “Right.”

“Anything else?” She asked on tiptoes, ready to turn and make a quick retreat.

Trey glanced at her lips then let out a breath. “Just that I think it's best that we move forward and forget about—”

“Already done, Trey. It's forgotten.”

“That easy?”

The question seemed to have slipped from his tongue and if he could have pulled the words back, Maddie was certain he would have.

She lifted her lips in a quick smile. “Easy as peach pie,” she said and headed back to her bedroom.

She heard the shower door open then close, the sound of water raining down. Maddie couldn't block out the image of one naked cowboy soaping up in a hot steamy shower.

Heart pounding, she shut her bedroom door then leaned heavily against it, closing her eyes. “Easy as peach pie,” she repeated on a whisper. “Maddie Brooks, you are such a terrible liar.”

“I
t's Dr. Maddie! Mommy, Dr. Maddie is here!”

Annabelle Portman raced straight into Maddie's legs as she stepped down from her truck. The four-year-old clung on and hugged tight.

Maddie patted Annabelle's head. “Hey there, sweetie. How's my favorite helper?”

Annabelle beamed. “I groomed-ed Dumpling, and Mommy said I did a good job.” And then the child's expression fell. “But now her leg is broke. Mommy said you can fix her.”

Maddie bent down to the child's level, looking her straight in the eyes. “I'm going to do the best I can, Annabelle. Dumpling's a healthy horse and she probably just pulled up lame.”

“That's what I think, Maddie. At least it's what I'm hoping,” Caroline Portman said as she approached the truck.

Maddie straightened and smiled at her good friend. She and Caroline had met on the first day Maddie arrived in Hope Wells. They'd nearly collided on the main street in town, their cars missing each other by mere inches and both women had instantly realized how lucky they'd been, not winding up in a hospital that day. They'd gone to lunch after that and had been close friends ever since.

“Hi,” Maddie said, wrapping her arms around Caroline in a warm embrace. “It's good to see you.”

And Maddie meant it with her whole heart. There weren't too many constants in Maddie's life right now, with the fire, losing nearly everything she owned, then coming to live with Trey, a man who would surely cause her more than one sleepless night. A visit with a good friend was just what Maddie needed today.

“It's great to see you, too. I've been planning on having you out for dinner, but dear sweet Dumpling beat me to it. She's in the barn and I've got her iced, using one of my old pant legs sewn up, just like you said. The ice pack seems to be working fine.”

Annabelle giggled. “Dumpling looks funny wearing Mommy's pants.”

“I bet she does,” Maddie agreed with a grin, “but it's the best way to make her leg feel better.”

“I'm hoping it's a sprain. It seemed warm to the touch,” Caroline responded.

“Did she flinch when you applied pressure?” Maddie asked.

Caroline nodded. “And she gave me a sour look to boot.”

Maddie reached for Annabelle's hand. “Well then, let's go take a look.”

As they headed for the barn, Caroline said, “I wasn't sure you'd be ready for business yet. How are things at 2 Hope?”

“I set up my office this morning.” She explained with a wry smile, “Of course, that took all of ten minutes, since I'm pretty much starting from scratch. There isn't too much going into my file cabinet just yet. But I've got a barn full of animals that need my attention.”

With a tilt of her head, Caroline asked, “And are they the only ones getting your attention?”

Maddie knew what her friend hinted at. She'd shared with Caroline a little of her previous fascination with Trey. She couldn't blame Caroline for her curiosity and she wondered if small-town tongues were wagging over the situation. After all, she'd moved in with Trey Walker, the most eligible bachelor in three counties. “I hate to disappoint, but there's not much happening there.”

“Hmmm. We'll have lunch after you take a look at Dumpling and you can tell me all about it.”

An hour later, Maddie sat in the Portman kitchen relieved that Dumpling hadn't broken any bones. “Dumpling should be fine in a few days. Just use the heating liniment I gave you. Massage it in really good and it'll improve her circulation.”

“I'm glad it wasn't more serious,” Caroline said, setting two plates of fried chicken salad down on the table. “And thanks for including Annabelle. Letting her help out makes her feel kind of special. And Lord knows that child needs to feel special, after her father up and left us both last year.”

“Yeah, that's got to be hard on her. Do you ever hear from Gil?”

Caroline glanced out the kitchen window, watching her daughter skip rope. She twisted her mouth and lowered her voice. “He calls to speak with Annabelle every month or so but he hasn't seen her since he left. Guess I wasn't such a good judge of character, was I?”

“It wasn't your fault, Caroline.”

Caroline set the napkins and utensils down along with two glasses of iced tea then took a seat to face Maddie. “I think it was. He wasn't ready to settle down. And maybe I pushed him a little too hard.”

“He's a grown man, responsible for his own actions. You can't deny that. A real man should know what's in his own heart. He shouldn't play games.”

She laughed and cast Maddie a direct look. “Are we still speaking about Gil?”

Maddie blushed. “Maybe.” She smiled as she sipped her tea. “Maybe not.”

Caroline leaned in, bracing her elbows on the table. “You know I'm dying of curiosity. What's it like living with Trey?”

“I've only been there one night.”

“Sometimes, that's all it takes,” her friend said with a twinkle in her blue eyes.

Maddie gulped down. At times, it seemed Caroline could read her mind. Or maybe she was capable of reading Maddie's guilty expression. She really wasn't good at hiding things. “Okay, something happened last night, but it's not worth talking about.”

“Let me decide what's not worth talking about. I'm knee deep in Talking Elmo and Candyland. I love my daughter dearly, but a girl's got to have an adult conversation once in a while. So, what happened?”

“He kissed me,” Maddie confessed.

Caroline's blond brows drew up. “Already? I thought that might take a week or two.”

“
A week or two?
Are you serious? It was the last thing in the world I ever expected from Trey Walker. It really threw me. He admitted that he'd wanted to kiss me for a long time, but after he did, well, he backed way off. He says it was a big mistake and that we need to keep things strictly business.”

“Really? Doesn't sound that way to me. Unless…the kiss wasn't any good.”

Heat crawled up Maddie's neck. She'd been thinking about that kiss all morning. “Oh, it was good.”

“How good?”

“Better than cool summer rain. Better than hot chocolate by the fire. Better than…anything,” Maddie admitted on a whisper. Then she straightened in her seat and said with certainty, “But it's over and done with. We've come to an understanding.”

“For as long as that lasts. I've known Trey a long time, Maddie, and if he kissed you, he's interested. That man isn't into playing games. He's about as serious as they come. He doesn't let women get too close, but then, he's probably never met anyone quite like you before.”

“Yeah, the wholesome girl-next-door.”

“Correction, the girl-in-the-next-bedroom. Be careful, honey. You're probably scaring the stuffing out of him. I wouldn't want to see you with a broken heart.”

“That's exactly what I'm doing. I'm being very careful.”

 

With a sunburst of orange gold setting low on the horizon, Maddie pulled up to the barn at 2 Hope and parked the truck. After her lunch with Caroline, she'd spent the
rest of the afternoon making house calls to neighboring ranches, checking on her more recent cases and making sure everyone knew how to reach her in the event of an emergency. She'd given out her cell phone number, making certain to always have her phone on hand now. Also, Trey had given her permission to use his house number if necessary. The barn hadn't a phone line and both had decided that it wasn't worth the expense to install one, since Maddie's stay here was temporary.

Maddie hopped down from the truck and slammed the door shut, glad to have had a successful day. She felt much better about her situation now, confident that everything would work out. She should be hearing soon about the insurance claim she filed and hopefully the money would come through for her to rebuild her office in town. With that thought in mind, she headed quickly toward the barn door, anxious to check on Maggie and the other animals one last time before she closed up for the night.

As she rounded the corner of the barn, she collided right smack into Trey. The impact took her completely by surprise. He knocked her off balance and she rocketed backward, sprawling onto the ground. Her head hit a small mound of straw, a slight cushion against the solid packed dirt underneath.

Stung by embarrassment, Maddie tried to lift her head, hoping to make a quick getaway, but Trey was immediately by her side, gently pressing her head back down. “Don't try to get up,” he said with quiet authority, bending on one knee. “Lie still a minute and let me see if you've got a bump.”

With nimble fingers, Trey worked his way through her hair, searching her head. She closed her eyes, both
mortified at this awkward position and fascinated by the soft gentle way he moved his hands through her hair. “I'm sorry, Maddie. I didn't see you coming.”

She opened her eyes and stared at him. She saw so much in those deep dark eyes—emotions that he held back, concern that he'd tried to hide as he continued to probe for injuries. “I thought I was the doctor here,” she said, trying for humor.

Trey sighed, shaking his head.

“I'm fine, Trey. Really. My mama used to say I'd be two days early for my own wedding, 'cause I'm always on the go, always rushing around. I've got to learn to slow down.”

“And I've got to pay more attention.”

Trey paid attention then, perusing her body, his gaze traveling slowly over her, lingering in places that made Maddie's heart race. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

“Just my pride. You pack a wallop, Trey Walker.”

Trey grinned then, a sudden quick beautiful smile that left Maddie wanting more. “So I've been told. But I usually don't knock over petite females. Especially, not when I've come searching to ask a favor.”

Maddie lifted up then, but none too quickly. Trey had a hand on her shoulder, guiding her up to a sitting position at a slow pace. “A favor?”

“Yep,” he said, standing and then lending a hand to help her up. Maddie wasn't too prideful to accept his help. She still felt a little shaky, her head swimming from the fall. Trey held her firm, making sure she felt secure on both legs, before releasing her hand. “I found a young heifer on the south pasture tangled up in barbed wire. I released her the best I could but there's a deep wound. It'll wait. You're in no shape to work right now. I'll go back and check on her later.”

“I'll be fine in a minute,” Maddie said, as a wave of dizziness struck. Her legs nearly buckled then and Trey grabbed for her.

“Whoa,” he said, holding her steady. Then in a quick move, Trey lifted her up into his arms.

“What are you doing?” she asked, hazy from the fall, but even more hazy from being in Trey's strong arms once again. That heady mix of leather and earth wafted down to her, the scent being Trey's alone. She felt safe and secure and silly all at the same time.

“Making sure you sit down and rest.” He carried her to the front porch and planted her gently into a wicker love seat that had seen better days. A fleeting thought crossed Maddie's mind that the bench seat could use a woman's touch, some soft material and a bit of lace. She thought the same of Trey—he too could use a woman's touch. Although he held her with such care, such tenderness, he was a hard man who thrived on his solitude. She envied the woman who might eventually soften him.

To her surprise, Trey took the seat next to her. His long legs spread out, he leaned back with his arm resting on the back of the love seat. A minute passed in silence, then he faced her. “I'm not used to having a woman around here, Maddie. It'll take some getting used to. I might've guessed you'd be around the barn, but I barreled around it like—”

“Like you owned the place,” Maddie said with a smile.

Trey laughed, his dark eyes gleaming through fading sunlight. “Well, yeah.”

“No need to apologize, Trey. It was an accident.”

“How's the head now?” he asked, his gaze locked onto hers.

“Better,” she said truthfully. “I'm not dizzy anymore.”

“That's good,” he said and leaned in, his gaze studying her face, but his focus moved down to her mouth and lingered. Maddie's heart pumped in double time. She thought he meant to kiss her and, fool that she was, she wanted that, too. The anticipation nearly killing her, she held her breath and waited. Trey came closer and reached up, his hand going into her hair.

A rush of heat coursed through her body.

Trey pulled a strand of straw from her head.

He stared at it. “Looks like I drew the short straw, Maddie.”

“Does that mean you lose?”

Trey glanced at her mouth one last time. He nodded and stood to leave. “Yeah, it means I lose.”

 

Maddie Brooks was the damnedest, most stubborn woman Trey had come across in years. Not one hour after he'd nearly squashed the tiny woman like a bug, she'd insisted on seeing to that wounded heifer. With him or without him, she'd threatened, she was heading for the south pasture.

With him, he'd decided without question. The sun had set and the road wasn't easy to navigate. They drove in his Chevy truck over rough terrain, Trey taking cursory glances at Maddie, making certain she was up to the bumpy drive. One thing he noticed about the redhead, she was determined and no amount of dissuading on his part would work. He worried each time she lifted a hand to her head, if even to brush hair from her face.

He recalled probing for bumps earlier, the soft silky strands of red ginger flowing through his hands. The sensation had wrapped around him, and he found himself wanting again.

He'd wanted to kiss her. He'd wanted to lift her up into his arms and instead of depositing her in that love seat, he'd wanted to see how she looked out of her blue jeans and tiny T-shirt, lying on his bed. To see those soft silky strands of hair flow over his pillow.