Pressure Rising (Rhinestone Cowgirls Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

complexion and toned muscles were proof just how hard he worked.
    Shaking her head and dislodging any remaining thoughts of his muscles, she stepped into the room. “We should change your bandage before you eat. The doc said we’d need to check it for any abnormal bleeding.” There was a tremble to her voice
    His head came up. “Maybe it’s best we take that out of your nursing duties.”
    So DJ Walters did have a shy bone in his body. “Then who will do it?”
    He shrugged and his shirt tightened around his shoulders and chest. Several buttons were undone, exposing a small patch of crisp, dark hair, the same as on his arms—not that she’d paid much attention. She dragged her misbehaving gaze right back to his eyes, still not the safest location. He had the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen. She couldn’t quite remember them being that amazing.
    “I’m sure I can manage.”
    “Really? Your dad and brothers aren’t here. So who will help you? A ranch hand?”
    He scratched his chin. “I’ll call a friend, she’s a nurse. After all, you working on my backside is way too close to the jewels. Even if we called a truce you might decide a shot in the ass isn’t enough to teach me a lesson for whatever crime I committed behind that barn.” His smile sprinkled sweet poison through her blood. “It could be you’re mad because I didn’t put out the fire that night.”
    “Get over yourself.”
    “Never understood what that means. How do I get over myself? As opposed to being under myself?” A thick brow came up.
    “You do like to ruffle my feathers. And you wonder why I don’t like you.”
    “Exactly why I don’t feel safe with you working below my buckle. You did shoot me.”
    Several things flashed through her mind. One, he didn’t trust her, which she could understand to a certain extent. Two, did he still believe she’d shot him on purpose? Why did that bother her? “I didn’t mean to shoot you. I’ve never shot anyone or anything, ever. Anyway, I won’t plead with you to let me take care of your bandage because I believe we’ll both be more comfortable if I don’t have to.” She felt a rush of relief. He had a nice rump, no doubt. Of course she’d checked it out a time or two, especially while he was wearing the flowered hospital gown. But touching it—that is, imagining touching it—did weird things in the pit of her stomach. “And is it possible we don’t talk about the past? We kissed once upon a blue moon. No big deal.” That was one subject she didn’t want to rehash.
    “Listen, darlin’, it might be best just to talk about it, get it off your chest.” His eyes glazed in mischief.
    “Get what off my chest?” She laid her hands on her hips.
    “That you liked the kiss so much that you want another.” He raked his fingers down his cheek. “Those lips left a huge impression.” His gaze settled on her mouth.
    Every nerve ending sparked alive. Why did she let him get to her?
    She spotted the medicine bottle on the table. Picking it up and reading the label, she shook her head. “These are strong meds. How many have you taken?”
    “Two.”
    She bit back laughter. “For such a brawny man, you sure can’t handle your medication. You’re talking out of your head.”
    “I know exactly what I’m saying. I just don’t feel any pain while I’m saying it.” He chuckled.
    “What’s your nurse friend’s number and I’ll give her a call myself.” Grabbing his phone, she pushed the button for contacts.
    “Diana. And you don’t need to do that.” He reached for the cell, taking it from Pearl. “I can manage.”
    She shrugged. “If you say so.”
    “Do you think I’m making her up?” One thick brow curved.
    Choosing not to answer was for the best. “I’ll go make you something to eat.”
    In the kitchen, she poured a glass of water and drank it down in two gulps. It did little to relax her nerves. Why did she let DJ annoy her? He was only teasing her—wanting a