Tough To Tame: Tough to Tame / Passion Flower

“You’re lucky you weren’t in one of the newer little cars. You’d be dead.”

She looked toward the other driver. “Dr. Rydel, do you have a tire tool I could borrow?” she asked conversationally.

He saw where she was looking. “You don’t want to upset the police, Cappie.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Before he could reply, a Jacobsville police car roared up, lights flashing, and stopped. Obviously somebody in the fast-food place had called them.

Officer Kilraven climbed out of the police car and headed right for Cappie.

“Oh, good, it’s him,” Cappie said. “He’ll scare the other driver to death.”

Kilraven bent down on Cappie’s side of the car. “You okay? Need an ambulance?”

“Heavens, no,” she said quickly. As if she could afford to pay for that! “I’m fine. Just shaken up.” She nodded toward the giggling driver who’d hit her. “Dr. Rydel won’t loan me a tire iron, so could you shoot that man in the foot for me, please? I don’t even have collision insurance and it wasn’t my fault. I’ll be walking to work on account of him.”

“I can’t shoot him,” Kilraven said with a twinkle in his silver eyes. “But if he tries to hit me, I’ll take him to detention in the trunk of my car. Okay?”

She brightened. “Okay!”

He straightened and said something to Dr. Rydel. A minute later, he marched over to the drunk man, smelled his breath, made a face and asked him to perform a sobriety test, which the subject refused. That would mean a blood test at the hospital, which Kilraven was fairly certain the man would fail. He told him he was under arrest and cuffed him. Cappie vaguely heard him calling for a wrecker and backup.

“A wrecker?” She groaned. “I can’t afford a wrecker.”

“Just don’t worry about it right now. Come on. I’ll drive you home.”

He helped her out of the car. She retrieved her purse, wincing. “I hope he has a Texas-size hangover when he wakes up tomorrow,” she said coldly, watching Kilraven putting the prisoner in the back of his squad car. The man was still laughing.

“Oh, I hope he gets pregnant,” Dr. Rydel mused, “and it’s twins.”

She laughed huskily. “Even better. Thanks.”

He put her into his big Land Rover. “Wait here. I’ll just be a minute.”

She sat quietly, fascinated with the interior of the vehicle. It conjured up visions of the African veldt, of elephants and giraffes and wildebeest. She wished she could afford even a twenty-year-old version of this beast. She’d never have to worry about bad roads again.

He was back shortly with a bag and a cup carrier. He put them in her lap. “Two hamburgers and fries and two chocolate shakes.”

“How…?”

“Well, it’s easier to tell when you’re wearing parts of them,” he pointed out, indicating chocolate milk stains and mustard and catsup and pieces of food all over her clothes. “Fasten your seat belt.”

She did. “I’ll pay you back,” she said firmly.

He grinned. “Whatever.”

He started the engine and drove her out of town. “You’ll have to direct me. I don’t know where you live.”

She named the road, and then the street. They didn’t talk. He pulled up in the front yard of the dinky little house, with its peeling paint and rickety steps and sagging eaves.

He grimaced.

“Hey, don’t knock it,” she said. “It’s got a pretty good roof and big rooms and it’s paid for. A distant cousin willed it to us.”

“Nice of him. Do you have any other cousins?”

“No. It’s just me and Kell.”

“No other siblings?”

She shook her head. “We don’t have any family left.”

He gave the house a speaking look.

“If we had the money to fix it up, it would look terrific,” she said.

He helped her out of the car and onto the porch. He hesitated about handing her the bag with the food and the carrier of milkshakes.

“Would you like to come in and meet Kell?” she ventured. “Only if you want to,” she added quickly.

“Yes, I would.”

She unlocked the door and motioned him in. “Kell, I’m home!” she called. “I brought company.”

“If it’s wearing lipstick and has a good sense of humor, bring it in here quick!” he quipped.

Dr. Rydel burst out laughing. “Sorry, I don’t wear lipstick,” he called back.

“Oops.”

Cappie laughed and walked toward the room a little unsteadily, motioning the vet to follow her.

Kell was propped up in bed with the old laptop. He paused, eyebrows arched, as they walked in. “We should have ordered more food,” he said with a grin.

Cappie winced. “Well, see, the food is the problem. I was pulling out of the parking lot and the engine died. A drunk man ran into the car and pretty much killed it.”

“Luckily he didn’t kill you,” Kell said, frowning. “Are you all right?”

“Just bruised a little. Dr. Rydel was kind enough to bring me home. Dr. Rydel, this is my brother, Kell,” she began.

“You’re the veterinarian?” Kell asked, and his silvery-gray eyes twinkled. “I thought you had fangs and a pointed tail…”

“Kell!” she burst out, horrified.

Dr. Rydel chuckled. “Only during office hours,” he returned.

“I’ll kill you!” she told her brother.