Here Comes Trouble Read Online Free PDF

what do you propose I do to earn a living
then, since I've shot myself in the ass at the hospital in
Henrietta?"
    "That wasn't your fault, and I'd like to put
my fist through that sonofabitch's face," Joel replied
angrily.
    "Doesn't matter...I've got to find another
job, because if I stay there I'll wind up getting fired, or
punching that asshole in the nose myself," she told him with
emotion choking her voice as she finished, "The job Jenny offered
sounds right up my alley, so butt out."
    "I'll hire you," Joel said quickly and his
brain went into a spasm when he realized what he'd just said. Good,
god he must've lost his mind. A minute ago he'd been hiding from
her, because he didn't want to rehash their night together, which
was why he hadn't called her, and now he was hiring her?
    Terri actually snorted, then chuckled, before
she bent over and held her sides while she laughed
hysterically.
    Joel was insulted. "What the hell is so
funny?"
    "You are..." she said weakly then gasped and
added, "I've never ridden a damned horse or wrangled a cow in my
life! That would be ten times more dangerous than working on an oil
rig!"
    "It is dangerous, that's why I need to set up
a first-aid station for the guests. The ranch is remote, and help
would be too long coming if something happened," he told her
seriously. "There'll probably be a lot less serious injuries
though, like blisters and saddle sores, pulled muscles, headaches,
heat exhaustion, that kind of thing. Someone will have to help,
can't think of anyone better to do it than a nurse."
    Her eyes darted to Jenny who had remained
silent on the subject so far, then back to him. "That might be like
jumping out of the frying pan into the fire, huh?" she asked with a
raised brow and a smirk.
    Joel interpreted her words to be a nod at
their night together. She was leaving the hospital, because a man
was making advances, and by accepting his job offer here she
thought she'd be in the same situation.
    Wrong...Joel was not going there again. No
way, no how was he going to start up something that could lead her
to believe he was interested in a relationship. He was a one-timer
now, one date, one romp and he was moving on. That way there was no
misunderstanding what his intentions were.
    "That's not something you have to worry about,
sugar. My expectations wouldn't include anything other than you
doing a good job in taking care of my guests. Your off time and
what you do with it is your business."
    "How much would you pay?" She asked with
interest sparkling in her eyes.
    He huffed out a breath and mentally calculated
what he could afford, and what she'd probably expect. "It will
probably be less than what you're making now, but you can have a
room in the employee bunkhouse for free, and your meals would be
free as well."
    "I'd have to live here?" Terri
hooted.
    "Yep, that's the deal...I want somebody who's
available at all times in case the guests need
treatment."
    "Terri that sounds like a good deal to me,"
Jenny said and pushed up from her chair.
    Joel saw her gnawing her lip, while she
thought his offer through, and he wanted to put his mouth on hers
and see if she tasted as good as he remembered. He dragged his eyes
from her mouth and pinned his sister-in-law with his gaze. "It is a
good deal, and it would solve her problem, and buy her time for
things to settle down. She could work here a couple of years, then
if she wanted to go back to work at a hospital, she
could."
    "I'm right here," she reminded him, then
informed, "I'm making this decision, not Jenny."
    "Sorry...so are you interested?" he asked the
prickly woman.
    "Since I'm on call twenty-four hours a day for
your guests, I want the same pay I'm getting at the hospital," she
informed him.
    He heard Jenny snicker and shot her a look.
"Fine, let me know what that is and I'll have my attorney draw up a
contract. Two years?"
    "One year, with the option to renew," Terri
negotiated.
    Joel huffed out a breath and shook his head.
"You're