Cowboy M.D.

“Rand Sheppard.” The man came forward and took Ali’s hand. “And you must be Nick’s future wife.”

The comment startled a chuckle out of her. “Guilty,” she said. “But we haven’t settled on a date yet.”

“Oh? I could have sworn I heard Mom on the phone with caterers this morning.”

“I think she was probably ordering my dress.”

It was his turn to chuckle, a deep baritone that probably sounded an awful lot like Nick’s—if he ever laughed. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out an electronic date book, something Ali thought seemed mighty fancy for a cowboy. Raising a brow, he said, “Try to steer clear of the next two weeks, if you can. Work’s going to keep me too busy to stand up for my brother.”

That made her laugh, especially when he pretended to wait for her response. She liked Nick’s brother instantly.

“Seriously,” he said, pocketing the device. “Don’t mind my mother. She’s just overzealous at times.”

“So I hear. But I really don’t think she’s trying to set me up with anybody. We’re just having fun with it now.”

Again Rand raised his brows—even higher this time—as if to ask, “Don’t be so certain.”

Ali laughed again.

“Who’s this?” he asked, peering down at the boy.

“This is Sam, and the one with the nose between her fingers is Kimberly. We’re all here to help.”

“Well, good,” Rand said. “We can sure use it.”

“Actually, I think I’ll stay here and wait for Dad.” Kimberly sounded as if she’d sucked on helium.

“Okay. Sam and Alison, why don’t you follow me and I’ll show you what to do.”

“Cool,” Sam said.

“You be careful,” his sister called out.

“Sooo,” Ali drawled, trying to sound only mildly curious as they walked toward the corral.

“Where’s my fiancé?”

“He went to get more vaccine.”

“You’re out of vaccine?”

Rand stopped at the fence of the corral. “We have to keep it refrigerated and there’s only so much room in the coolers.” He pointed to the white cooler on the ground. “We have to go back for more periodically.”

“You’ve already vetted some cows?”

“At least fifty,” he said.

At her and Sam’s surprise, he added, “There’s really not much to it. We just inject them with serum, take care of any cuts and bruises and send them on their way.”

And just as he finished saying that, Ali heard the sound of a Gator. She looked to see if it was Sam’s father, but it was Nick, looking the epitome of a modern-day cowboy inside his mechanized horse, his tan hat pulled low over his brow.

He pulled up not five feet from where they stood, lifted a cardboard box and walked to the cooler.

“You get the wormer, too?” Rand asked.

“’Course,” Nick answered, kneeling to transfer the contents of the box to the cooler.

He didn’t even smile at her.

Ali tried not to feel wounded.

“You ready to get started then?” Rand asked.

“Yeah.”

“You rolling them, or am I?”

“I’ll do it,” Nick said.

Ali waited for him to at least acknowledge her. But all he did was transfer the medicine, stand and then put the empty box in the back of his Gator. When he turned back around, he had a plastic oar in his hand—seriously, an oar.

“Whoa,” Ali said, holding up her hands. “You don’t have to beat me away.”

He looked down at her from beneath the brim of his hat, his lips compressed. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Oh, good. For a moment there I thought I was a goner”

“Tempting,” she heard him mumble. “But no.”

He left her standing there.

Well, that wasn’t very encouraging.

“What the heck is that?” she asked Nick’s brother.

“It’s for scaring the cattle,” he said, stepping up next to the pipe-panel fence. The cattle were lined up inside a narrow chute, head to tail, their frightened calls turning to howls of terror when Nick shook the thing above their heads. They charged forward, a few trying to back away. Something clattered shut. Ali looked toward the sound. A ranch hand had shut a panel, locking one cow inside the squeeze.