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almost jumped out of her skin when his tone deepened. “What about?” There was a growl in his voice. Amazingly, she was aware of the heat of his body, the way his spicy cologne grew stronger as the fire in his eyes flamed brighter. His cock filled out the front of those jeans in a way that clouded her senses. The T-shirt stretched tight over strained muscles didn't help.
    "Miss Marx is a vet,” Travis's voice strained before his father could respond.
    "Kind of drew that assumption on my own.” He focused his full attention on Wood, while keeping her within his grasp. “Wood?"
    Travis Senior tore off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. “Well it's like this, Crane. Doc Zimmerman is due to retire soon—"
    "Yes."
    "You can't blame a man for looking out for his investments.” A hint of frustration rose in Wood's voice.
    "Any problem with my work? Any cause to look elsewhere?” Clearly Crane wasn't backing down without a fight.
    "My hand.” Tracy finally spoke up. Crane faced her once again. She raised a single brow. “Could I have my hand back? I need to get to work."
    His nostrils flared. He seemed to hold on to her longer before letting go just to show her that he was in control.
    Her heart lunged into her throat. Damned if she didn't find that sexy as well. Still she had to stand her ground. She wouldn't let Crane chase her out of California. This was her opportunity for a new start.
    "Look I know this is awkward, but we're professionals. It's the way things are.” Well, bravo to her for speaking up and not really saying anything of real value. She wiped her now sweaty palm on her jeans. “I mean this town is big enough for the two of us."
    Oh God. I can't believe I said that . Her words painted an image of a showdown in an old Western movie. By the simmering heat in his eyes he might just pull a six-gun and blow her away.
    He gave her one of those you've-got-to-be-kidding looks and then turned to the two men beside her. “Travis. Wood.” A nod followed the brisk run of his fingers along the brim of his hat. “Miss Marx.” Without another word he turned and walked away.
    Whoosh , she mentally brushed her brow. Dodged that bullet, but she still had to win over Wood who was frowning, which told her that Crane was a decent vet he hated to lose. Tracy knew she'd get past that issue. Of course, there was that other problem.
    The attraction she felt for one hot cowboy who despised her.
    Hey wait —
    Anger began to rise. It crawled up her neck stinging her ears. Crane had referred to her as Miss Marx—not Dr. Marx. Was it a faux pas or an intentional act of disrespect? Either way his lack of acknowledgement stung and it made her madder than hell.
    "So it begins,” she hissed beneath her breath.
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Chapter Three
    Heavy footsteps carried Dolan to his truck. With more strength than required he swung the door open, tossed his bag on the seat and slammed the door after he got inside. Jaws clenched, he released the breath he hadn't known he held. In mere seconds he'd lost a customer and the chance with the woman of his dreams, or was it more like a nightmare?
    "Shit.” Ripping his hat off his head, he tossed it on the passenger seat.
    She was a goddamn vet. The sexy redhead was his competition.
    Didn't that beat all? That's all he needed, especially after yesterday's screwed-up day.
    Twisting the key he started the truck, holding on too long so that the ignition wound tight. “Fuck.” His palm slammed against the steering wheel. “A goddamn vet,” he repeated shaking his head. With one shove, he crammed the vehicle into gear and pressed the accelerator. Tires screeched. Gravel popped. He was out of there.
    As telephone poles blurred by him, his fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “Well, buddy, good thing you didn't pick her up last night."
    How disastrous would that have been?
    The irony of the situation was almost laughable. He could imagine the morning-after talk