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      She smiled a little. “First time for everything.”

      “Yeah, I guess.” He said it slowly, at the last moment looking at her lips before lifting his gaze to her eyes again.

      Chloe swallowed hard. Before she did something stupid, something she couldn’t take back, she broke eye contact and stepped around him.

      “I need to check how well your incisions are healing.” Though the thought of looking at even that little sliver of skin caused heat to flood her cheeks. As least her back was to him. Without waiting for Wyatt, she headed to her bedroom and pulled fresh bandages from the bag she’d stored there.

      When she turned around, Wyatt was almost done unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you doing?”

      He paused. “Taking it off.”

      “You don’t have to do that.”

      “I’m not going to sleep in it.” He smiled as he slipped the last two buttons through the holes and shrugged out of the shirt.

      Her mouth went dry, and she was probably staring at him as if she’d never seen a half-naked man before.

      Still smiling, Wyatt crossed the space between them. “Do I make you nervous, Dr. Brody?”

      Dear Reader,

      Welcome back to Blue Falls, Texas, a town that has become so real to me that I want to go shopping at the Yesterwear Boutique, eat pastries at the Mehlerhaus Bakery and go for a walk around Blue Falls Lake. Oh, and let’s not forget having a good time at one of the local rodeos filled with cowboys with rodeo in their blood.

      It’s one of those rodeos that brings my latest hero, Wyatt Kelley, to Blue Falls. And the injury he sustains when he’s thrown from a bull is what brings him into Dr. Chloe Brody’s emergency room...and into her heart.

      I tend to write stories about people who have endured loss but find a way to move on and fall in love. This couldn’t be more true for Wyatt and Chloe, and I hope you enjoy reading their story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

      Trish Milburn

      The Doctor’s Cowboy

      Trish Milburn

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      TRISH MILBURN writes contemporary romance for the Mills & Boon American Romance line and paranormal romance for the Mills & Boon Nocturne series. She’s a two-time Golden Heart Award winner, a fan of walks in the woods and road trips, and a big geek girl, including being a dedicated Whovian and Browncoat. And from her earliest memories, she’s been a fan of Westerns, be they historical or contemporary. There’s nothing quite like a cowboy hero.

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      Thanks to San Dee Keefner for her help with the medical/ER aspects of this story.

      And to all the readers of the Blue Falls, Texas books who have written to me about enjoying the stories or who have left lovely reviews online, thank you so much!

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

      Dear Reader

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Epilogue

       Extract

       Copyright

       Chapter One

      Wyatt Kelley stood on the edge of the bucking chute, looking down at the monster bull. Beelzebub. From what he’d heard of the bull’s nasty attitude, the demonic name fit. Yeah, this had “easy ride” written all over it. The moment he mounted the two-ton bull, ol’ Beezy let him know exactly what he thought of having a rider by twitching, fidgeting, snorting. Basically saying, “Your butt is toast.”

      “I don’t think he wants to be your best friend,” said one of the cowboys manning the chute.

      “What?” Wyatt patted the bull on the side of his neck. “This little guy is a sweetheart. We’re going out for drinks afterward.”

      As if to disagree, Beezy stomped the dirt and shuddered beneath him, causing the bell hanging from the lower part of Wyatt’s bull rope to clang.

      “Next

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