hands over the dog and checked him for any outward injuries. The dog squirmed, and Jake spoke softly, “Easy now, fella. I’m not going to hurt you.” He nodded toward the building. “Let’s get him inside. Stay back since I don’t know how he’ll react to me.” Cautiously sliding his hands under the dog, he lifted him. A weak whimper escaped the animal as he carried it toward the clinic. Meg propped the door open with her hip and followed him through.
“We’ll take him to the exam room so I can have a better look.” In a few purposeful strides, he entered the brightly lit room where he laid the dog on a padded table and resumed the slow process of assessing his injuries. “His right, front leg is broken, and he got banged up a bit, but I can’t be sure of any other injuries until I take some x-rays.” He removed the dog’s collar and handed it to her. “You can wait in the other room.”
Meg stroked the dog’s head. “Okay. You hang in there, buddy. I’ll be right back.
…
Meg dropped into the chair closest to the exam room, her shaking legs threatening to give out. She wasn’t sure if it was the stress of worrying about the dog or the shot of adrenaline that zinged through her body when she’d seen Jake again. The trespassing Sex in a Stetson was the town veterinarian? For some reason, she’d expected ‘Doc Matthews’ to be a mild-mannered, grandfatherly kind of vet with a rounded belly and balding head. Instead, the good doctor turned out to be Adonis in faded Levis.
It wasn’t enough that the man was far too attractive for his own good, but he was also kind. She’d seen his concern for her in his dark chocolate eyes, felt it in the way he’d held her. But his worry for the injured dog touched a spot in her heart that made her go melty all over. Her skin still tingled where he’d touched her. His deep, soothing voice, meant to calm his patient, kick started something inside her that had her fidgeting in her chair. She shook her head. God, this is crazy . She’d never felt this drawn to a man before and wasn’t sure what to make of the unfamiliar sensation. Of course, she’d been pretty hung up on Troy in the beginning, but even that didn’t compare to the natural attraction she felt for Jake. Raising her hand to fan herself, she remembered the collar and returned her attention to why she was here. Examining the shiny brass nametag dangling from the collar, she breathed a worried sigh. “Please be okay, Rex.” There was a phone number on the back but no other name or address.
Standing again, she tried to shake off her worry and walked slowly around the waiting room. She smiled at pictures of different animals, she supposed patients, in various shots posted on the walls. Some were Christmas cards. Some were thank you notes, and others were just pictures with the pet’s names written on them, but they were all thanking ‘Doctor Jake’ for his help.
She walked around to the other side of the office where his diploma and license and other credentials hung on the wall. Jacob Ryan Matthews, Doctor of Veterinary Medicine. Doctor Jake to his patients. “Doctor Hunk,” she murmured, smiling. The memory of his muscled arms flexing as he carried Rex had her momentarily forgetting she’d sworn off the opposite sex. What would those strong hands feel like if he examined her?
“Meg?”
Jake’s voice startled her, and she turned around to face him. Please don’t let her face be as red as it felt. “Is Rex okay? Will he be all right?”
“Rex?”
She held up his collar. “His nametag.”
“Oh, right. Yes, he’s going to be fine. Are you okay? You look a little flushed.”
She waved her hand at him. “I’m fine. Just a little adrenaline. So how’s Rex?”
Chapter Four
Monty Anderson sat in his hotel room, staring at his phone, a sick feeling clawing at his stomach. “Fuck! ” He threw the phone onto the small desk and rubbed his eyes. He certainly hadn’t expected