LITMIR.BIZ

      The driver was a woman.

      Her arms were crossed over the top of the steering wheel and her forehead was resting on them. She wasn’t moving.

      Cole Turner’s heart thundered against his ribs. Playing chicken on his Harley at two in the morning with an oversize hunk of truck hadn’t been his idea of a great welcome home.

      But it was exactly what had just happened.

      His motorcycle helmet fell unheeded to the ground as he placed a hand on the open window. “Ma’am. Are you okay?” His gut tightened with tension when she didn’t answer and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. “Ma’am,” he asked again, with more force. His adrenaline kicked into high gear and he spoke louder. “Can you hear me?” When she still didn’t respond, he reached through the open window to check for a pulse. Her skin was warm, but at his touch she lifted her head. Relief washed through him as she eyed him groggily.

      Susan Worth.

      He recognized her—she was the vet his brother Seth used at their ranch in Mule Hollow. Seth seemed overly impressed by her and often sang her praises when they talked on the phone.

      But Cole hadn’t been nearly so impressed when Seth had introduced them at his wedding six months ago—the woman hadn’t given Cole the time of day.

      “Cole—” she said, her voice wobbling.

      The wobble got him, and despite her snub before, he felt for her. “Cole Turner, at your service,” he drawled, tugging open her door and offering her a grin and a hand. Getting her out of the truck would help put some color back into her face. She was as pale as the shimmery moonlight cascading over her. “Are you okay?”

      “I fell asleep…” she said, her stunned eyes holding his. “I can’t believe I fell asleep.” Disbelief turned to disgust.

      Scowling, she slid from the seat, ignoring his offered hand. He reached to help her anyway. All long-legged and lanky in her jeans and boots, she was almost as tall as he was. He’d forgotten how beautiful she was, even with weariness and anger etching her face.

      “Well, you’ve been working hard,” he said, trying to make her feel better. He was assuming her being out this late was work-related, since she was a vet.

      “No excuse,” she snapped. “I shouldn’t have fallen asleep.”

      So the doc wasn’t going to give herself a break. “You’re right, you shouldn’t have. But you did.” That got him a startled glare. “Fact is, you look like you’re about to drop on your feet. That bein’ the case, what are you doin’ out here in the middle of nowhere at two in the morning when you are so worn out?” And what was he doing sticking his nose where it didn’t belong?

      “I am a vet. I was heading home to Ranger after running an emergency call—for your brother, actually. We almost lost a momma and her unborn calf.”

      “You were at our place? Seth let you head back to Ranger in this condition?” Cole’s temper shot sky-high. Bone weariness hung over her like a cloak—Seth had to have seen that. “What was my brother thinking? One glance at you and anyone can see you’re in no shape to travel. Look in the mirror—you look like you haven’t slept in days.”

      Her shoulders squared. “I beg your pardon. Seth didn’t let me do anything. I did my job, saved that calf, then left—it wasn’t any of Seth’s business what I did after that. And it sure isn’t your business—”

      That did it. “Lady, it’s two stinkin’ a.m. When you almost ran me down with your truck it sorta made it my business. So don’t even think about getting defensive. Four seconds farther along the road and you’d have been topping that hill the same time I was. You’d have wiped me out with your big truck while you were taking your little nap.”

      He was stepping across boundaries and he knew it. But he’d been involved in far too many rescues and recoveries that had nothing to do with careless acts on the part of the victims…good people died from no fault of their own every day. This was carelessness on the doc’s part and he’d witnessed it—that made it his business. Whether she wanted it to be or not.

      He hadn’t asked for it, but he wasn’t the kind to back off from what was right if it would save a life. Even that of a gal who’d taken one look at him six months ago and stuck her pretty nose so high in the air that if it had started to rain she’d have drowned on the spot.

      Nope, if there was one thing he had no use for, it was a stuck-up woman. But he couldn’t, in all good conscience, just walk off, either.

      Being nearly run down by Susan was the last thing he’d expected when his brother Wyatt had basically blackmailed him into coming home for a visit. It would have suited him fine not to have seen her again while he was in town.

      Susan suddenly lifted fingers to her temple and, looking at her, he thought his words might have hit home.

      “If you must know I’ve had emergency runs three nights in a row,” she said. “Plus I’ve had packed schedules during the day, so that doesn’t leave much time to sleep.”

      Her excuse slid off Cole like water off a duck’s back. “Some things you make time for. A dead vet doesn’t keep appointments—no matter how important they may seem. Do you not realize what a narrow escape you just had?”

      She flinched. “It didn’t happen, though—”

      “Hardheaded woman!” Cole shook his head, realizing this was going nowhere. “This is a waste of time. Come on, I’ll take you home. We’ll worry about your truck in the morning.”