A Marriage In Wyoming (The Marshall Brothers 3) Read Online Free PDF

delicious food the appreciation it deserved. “At least now I know where to come for a decent meal,” she said when her hunger had been eased. “I don’t have to depend on peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches.”
    “You’re not a cook?”
    “I can make a salad, boil pasta or bake a potato in the microwave. Being a doctor hasn’t offered much opportunity to develop complex cooking skills.”
    “So what do you do on your days off?”
    “There haven’t been many of those. But I usually go for a run if I’ve got an hour of daylight. And I like to read.”
    Garrett grinned at her. “See, we do have something in common. I like to read, too. What do you read?”
    “Not religious texts.”
    “We were talking about free time. And you’re determined to pigeonhole me, aren’t you?”
    She pushed her empty plate away. “I’m a doctor. That role defines my whole life. You’re a minister. Wouldn’t you say the same?”
    “But you’re also a runner and a reader. And probably a few other things I’ve yet to discover. I’m a minister, yes, but I also work on a ranch. I rode bucking broncs in the rodeo. I volunteer with at-risk kids. I’m a brother and soon to be a brother-in-law to a friend of yours. Do you have family?”
    Rachel swallowed hard. “No.”
    He studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowed. “You lost somebody recently.”
    She shook her head. “Not so recent. My mom died two years ago.”
    “I’m sorry.” His voice was gentle. “You still miss her.”
    Just like that, tears stung her eyes. For something to do, Rachel picked up her glass and took a long swallow of water. Blinking hard, she said, “Sorry. I must be tired.”
    “No problem. Losing a parent is tough. If you ever want to talk about it, I’ll be glad to listen.”
    “That’s okay.” She sent him a forced smile. “I’m fine.”
    “Dessert?” Terri asked, appearing suddenly beside them. “We’ve got fresh lemon meringue pie.”
    The idea of so much sugar after a day spent dealing with diabetes didn’t appeal to Rachel. “Just some coffee, please.”
    “Me, too,” Garrett said. “Then I’ll help you get your car unloaded.”
    “No, please,” Rachel started. “I can manage—”
    “But it will go faster with two people working at it.” He winked again. “You can’t get rid of me. You might as well give in.”
    “Then you can let me take care of dinner.” When Terri put the check on the table, Rachel managed to get her fingers on it first. “So there.”
    He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I recognize when resistance is futile. But I will get even.”
    Darkness had fallen before they arrived at the clinic. Rachel stared through the truck window at the building she’d visited only briefly this morning. “Seems like days ago I arrived.” She blew out a deep breath and turned to Garrett. “You should go home.”
    “Soon. You don’t even know where your apartment is, do you?”
    “Sure I do. Evans Street.”
    “How do you get there from here?”
    “Caroline sent me a map...”
    “Just get in your vehicle and let me lead the way. You can worry about maps tomorrow.”
    Suddenly too tired to protest, Rachel did as she was instructed. In five minutes, they pulled up at the curb in front of an older two-story house with a wraparound porch.
    Garrett came to her window. “This is it. You’ve got Caroline for an upstairs neighbor, though she’s not here much this summer. Luckily, the first-floor tenant moved out just at the right moment to give you a home.”
    “It seems to be a nice place.” She pulled the key she’d been sent out of her purse. “So far, so good.”
    The interior was cozy, filled with secondhand furniture that appeared comfortable, if a little dated and dusty. The kitchen was bigger than Rachel would need, the bathroom smaller than she would have preferred. “This will work for me,” she said as she and Garrett approached her car. “Compared to the places I lived during med