Mail Order Bride: A Bride for the Doctor (Bozeman Brides Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

accommodate you.” Her voice was so chilly that it could have frozen a warm lake on a summer’s day.
    “It’s…not…you. It’s…me,” he managed to say. Finally, the laughter subsided, but when he looked at the ridiculous cap, the hilarity threatened to bubble up again. “Oh, well, maybe your…cap?”
    Quick as lightening, she whipped it off her head. Her eyes turned stormy, and he swallowed hard in the face of her anger.
    “I assure you that this is the uniform that is worn at the Brooklyn State Hospital, but I can see now that it was a mistake to wear it here in this...town.” Her implication was clear. Bozeman was incredibly backward in comparison with New York. “I had nothing else in my belongings, but if you would like to tell me how you think I should attire myself, I will see what I can do.”
    Her voice was like cold water thrown in his face. With the cap removed, he was able to focus on the situation, but in his mind, he was still in awe of the situation. The misunderstanding would have to be clarified.
    “I apologize, Miss…uh, Nurse Buchanan,” he began and was glad to see her posture relax slightly. “I need to explain something and hopefully you will see the humor in the situation.”
    “I doubt it,” she replied stoically, still not completely mollified by his change in attitude. “But go ahead.”
    He leaned back against his desk and crossed his arms over his chest in a relaxed manner. He smiled warmly and regarded her with kindness. “It’s clear now that you came west searching for a position, but Nurse Buchanan…I placed an advertisement for a wife.”

Chapter 5
    H er mind screeched to a halt and her feet suddenly felt nailed to the floor. What had he said? A wife?
    “You wanted…a…?” she couldn’t complete the question.
    “Yes, a wife. I wrote an advertisement saying that I wanted a wife. Three men in my circle of friendship have found wonderful wives through placing ads in the New York paper, but through some sort of confusion, you mistook my intention.”
    Her sense flooded back. “I mistook nothing, Dr. Wilson.” She reached into her bag and retrieved the ad. Why she carried it around, she couldn’t say. “Be so kind as to read that, would you?”
    His eyes scanned the ad and his amusement changed to regret. “I see. Well, clearly someone at the newspaper misread my request. Some of the words I used are in this, but I know for a fact that I didn’t request a nurse. You see, Nurse Buchanan, my practice isn’t really flourishing at present, but I believed that if I were to marry, the people of this town would be more comfortable in coming to me with their ailments, the women in particular.”
    The fog lifted and understanding washed away her anger. There had been a mistake, one that was made through no fault of her own, and yet here she stood, feeling like a fool.
    “Well, Dr. Wilson, in light of this information, I will leave you now and go back to New York. I fully intend to pursue this matter with the newspaper and get your money back as well as the money that I will have to spend to return home. There is possibly adequate grounds for a small lawsuit.”
    The words stuck in her throat a little, and she felt tears rising, so she spun on her heel and was about to leave when he called out to her.
    “Katherine, please wait!”
    Whether it was his use of her name that stopped her or merely his voice, she obeyed. “Why?” she asked, not facing him.
    He walked around her so that they were face to face. His face was soft and kind now, no longer amused. “Do you want to go home, back to New York? You were certainly in a hurry to leave there.”
    She recalled how quickly she’d come after receiving the ticket. There hadn’t even been time for her to write a response. Now, her face flooded with the shame of it all.
    “I don’t see any other recourse,” she declared angrily. “I don’t want to get married, and you don’t need a nurse, so what should I do? Should