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him.
    â€œHe’s abrasive.”
    Pot calling the kettle black, she thought amusedly, but she was too shy to say it. She nodded again.
    His eyebrow jerked. It was like talking to himself. He wondered why Coltrain had given her a shot instead of something to take by mouth. Hell, he wondered why the doctor was so concerned about her that he wanted someone with her at night. A lot of people had serious illness in their families. Most people got through it without tranquilizers. Especially women as young as this one looked.
    Well, it was none of his business, he thought. He pulled out his cell phone and called Miss Turner. She answered at once, obviously still up.
    â€œCan you go home with Miss Carver for the night?” he asked her.
    â€œOf course,” she replied without a second’s hesitation. “I’ll be ready when you get here.” She hung up.
    He flipped the cell phone shut and laid it in the empty cup holder. “We’ll pick Miss Turner up at the house and I’ll drive you both over there. Tomorrow, Miss Turner can use the Expedition and drive you to work and then to the hospital. I’ll have one of the boys run it over first thing tomorrow and leave the keys with Miss Turner.” The SUV was his second vehicle, which he used primarily around the ranch. His foreman and the rest of his cowboys had their own transportation. He didn’t tell Grace, but he was going to have one of his mechanics overhaul her car as well. He didn’t like having her as a responsibility longer than he had to.
    He didn’t mind helping out this neighbor, as long as it didn’t require any personal involvement with her beyond the minimum. Still, he did feel sorry for her. She seemed to be a misfit in this small town. Obviously she wasn’t overly interested in him. She was as far over in her seat as she could get, and she did nothing to try and attract his attention. He hadn’t missed the way she flinched when Coltrain had started to lay a compassionate hand on her shoulder. It raised a red flag in his mind, but he was too worn-out from the travel and the interrupted sleep to pursue it. The sooner he had her settled, the sooner he could go back to bed.
    They pulled up at the front door of the ranch house and Miss Turner came out with a small satchel and her purse. She got into the back seat.
    â€œI locked up,” she told him. “You’ll have your house key with you, of course.”
    â€œOf course,” he drawled.
    â€œGrace, are you all right? How’s your grandmother?”
    â€œShe’s not well, Miss Turner,” Grace replied drowsily. “Dr. Coltrain thinks it’s a heart attack. He won’t give me a lot of hope.”
    â€œNever you mind. He’s the best we have. He’ll do whatever he can, you know that.”
    â€œYes, I do. Thank you for coming home with me,” she added. “It’s a big house.”
    â€œIt is,” Miss Turner agreed.
    He pulled up at the front door of the rickety old white Victorian house, making a face at the lack of fresh paint. Presumably there wasn’t any spare cash for upkeep. Pity. It was a pretty house.
    â€œThank you for all you’ve done,” Grace said formally, “and for letting Miss Turner stay with me.”
    She looked as if it were like pulling teeth to say that. She had a fiercely independent stubborn streak that he was just meeting. His estimation of her changed a little.
    â€œLock the doors,” Garon cautioned Miss Turner after she’d exited the car and was helping Grace toward the front porch.
    â€œWe will. I’ll get up early and come over to fix breakfast, as soon as the Expedition gets here.”
    â€œOkay. Good night.”
    He drove off, already going over the next day’s routine in his mind. He didn’t give Grace a second thought.
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    B UT THE NEXT MORNING , awake and rested, he felt badly about the way he’d treated Grace the night