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she picked up that broken thing and jammed it into her pocket. “Yes, Jesse. How is he today?”
    “He’ll have to stay off of dirt bikes from here on out,” Rebel said, shifting his weight so his zipper stopped intruding. “But he’ll live.”
    “Well.” She looked down at Nelly, who had graduated to cautious peering at the new white woman on the rez. “Hello. I’m Dr. Mitchell. I’m the new doctor.”
    The last three doctors who’d thought they could save the world had all told the kids to call them Dr. Jerry, Dr. Blaine, and Dr. Nate, but not the new doctor. She seemed almost as afraid of Nelly as Nelly was of her.
    What was her name? He was dying to find out. He wanted to wrap his tongue around it, and then maybe wrap his tongue around a few other things.
    Ow . His zipper was intruding again. Damn white women .
    Dr. Mitchell waited, but she got no response from Nelly. Unexpectedly, a warm smile broke out on her face. “Tara, this shouldn’t be a problem. And please add...speculums...to the list.” She turned fire-red again.
    His zipper was going to kill him.
    “Rebel came in to get his bill,” Tara said. She turned demanding eyes to him. “ Didn’t you, Rebel?”
    “Sure.” He took the bill and looked it over. And looked again, because he was sure his eyes were playing tricks on him. “One thousand dollars?”
    “I understood that you paid your— horse! ”
    “What?”
    But then he heard the rest of the waiting room gasp as Nelly squealed, “Blue Eye! Get out!”
    Rebel spun to see that Blue Eye was straddling the fan, no doubt enjoying the breeze as she checked out what all the hubbub was about.
    “Horse!” Dr. Mitchell screamed again. “Horse in the clinic!”
    “Get, shoo, Blue Eye.” Finally, the chance to get his pants adjusted. He grabbed the mare’s lead and backed her out of the clinic. “Stay out here, or you’ll have the mad doctor after you.”
    Blue Eye knocked his hat off his head and sniffed his hair, which was her way of saying, “Can we go now?”
    Rebel knew she’d become an increasingly large pain in the ass until they got the hell out of town and back to the wide open spaces again. “Give me a second,” he muttered as he cinched the lead down tight and went back in. If he was lucky, he had five minutes before the horse figured her way out of the tie again. But he wasn’t ready to leave, not just yet.
    Dr. Mitchell was waiting for him, her eyes all ice and her cheeks all fire again. Her crossed arms were suddenly making that lab coat a whole lot less sexless as she huffed at him. “Horses do not belong in this clinic,” she said, like that wasn’t some obvious statement.
    He grinned and saw the way her eyes got...deeper, somehow. It had been a long time, but not so long that he’d forgotten what that look meant on a woman’s face. That was attraction, pure and simple. “She was just curious,” he said, trying to stretch time just a little. The longer he stalled, the more he could look at her. “Not a big deal.”
    She was a sea of emotions. He thought he caught a glimpse of amusement under the attraction, but then both were gone, and she wore the meanest look he’d ever seen on a woman. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen eyes that damn blue, and he was positive that no one had ever tried to kill him by glaring alone. “Pay your bill, sir. And control your animal. Clarence! Bring me the next patient.” And she stomped off.
    He watched her go. What he wouldn’t give to see her without that doctor’s coat on. He strongly suspected that underneath she had a long, elegant body. The kind of body that gave a man just enough to hold onto, but no more. The kind of body that someone should be properly appreciating.
    The kind of body he couldn’t see right now. But what he could see was the way she sort of wobbled in her boots, like she was hurting.
    Moccasins. A woman like that—a woman who was on her feet all day, yelling at people about medical supplies—a