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can’t. My mother needs help. She can’t run Rancho de la Luna by herself.”
    “Didn’t you say she was looking to hire help?”
    “Sure. And I’m certain whole hordes of competent stockmen are just sitting around down at the feedlot shooting the breeze and waiting for somebody to come along and hire them.”
    In the late-afternoon sunlight, she looked slight and fragile, with the pale, vaguely washed-out look of someone who had been inside too long.
    All of his healer urges were crying out for him to scoop her off that log and take her home so he could care for her.
    “Someone out there has to be available. What about some college kid looking for a summer job?”
    “Maybe. But it’s going to take time to find someone. What do you suggest we do in the meantime? Just let the work pile up? I don’t know how things work at the Cold Creek, but Mama hasn’t quite figured out how to make the Luna run itself.”
    His mind raced through possibilities—everything from seeing if Wade would loan one of the Cold Creek ranch hands to going down to the feed store himself to see if he might be able to shake any potential ranch managers out of the woodwork.
    He knew she wouldn’t be crazy about either of those options but he had to do something. He couldn’t bear the idea of her working herself into the ground so soon after leaving the hospital.
    “I can help you.”
    While the creek rumbled over the rocks behind her and the wind danced in her hair, she stared at him for a full thirty seconds before she burst out laughing.
    He decided it was worth being the butt of her amusement for the sheer wonder of watching her face lose the grim lines it usually wore.
    “Why is that so funny?”
    She laughed harder. “If you can’t figure it out, I’m not about to tell you. Here’s a suggestion for you, though, Dr. Dalton. Maybe you ought to take five seconds to think through your grand charitable gestures before you make them.”
    “I don’t need to think it through. I want to help you.”
    “And leave the good people of Pine Gulch to drive to Jackson or Idaho Falls for their medical care so you can diddle around planting our spring crop of alfalfa? That should go over well in town.”
    “I have evenings and weekends mostly free and an afternoon or two here and there. I can help you when I’m not working at the clinic, at least with the major manual labor around here.”
    She stopped laughing long enough to look at him more closely. Something in his expression must have convinced her he was serious because she gave him a baffled look.
    “Surely you have something better to do with your free time.”
    “Can’t think of a thing,” he said cheerfully, though Caroline’s lecture still rang in his ears.
    Maggie shook her head. “That’s just sad, Doctor. But you’ll have to find something else to entertain you, because my answer is still no.”
    “Just like that?”
    He didn’t want to think about the disappointment settling in his gut—or the depressing realization that he was desperate for any excuse to spend more time with her.
    If she had any idea his attraction for her had any part in his motive behind offering to help her and Viv, she would be chasing him off the Luna with a shotgun.
    “Right. Just like that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to work.”
    She moved to put her prosthesis back on but he reached a hand to stop her, his mind racing to come up with a compromise she might consider. “What if we made a deal? Would that make accepting my help a little easier to swallow?”
    She slid back against the log with a suspicious frown. “What kind of deal?”
    “A day for a day. I’ll give you my Saturday to help with the manual labor.”
    “And what do you want in exchange?”
    “A fair trade. You give me a day in return.”
     
    Why wouldn’t the man just leave?
    Maggie drew a breath, trying to figure out this latest angle. What did he want from her? Hadn’t he humiliated her enough by