her lips to Dallas’s neck. Musky, spicy man. “God, you smell good, Cowboy.”
“On the other hand,” Dallas said, as Annie felt him harden under her bottom, “maybe rushing is okay.”
“Maybe,” Annie agreed, running her tongue along a vein in his neck and nuzzling his pulse point. She shuddered when he cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples.
“I can’t get enough of these,” he said. “You’re so beautiful.” He pulled her tank top up and captured a tender bud between his teeth. “Honey nipples,” he whispered against her flesh. “So sweet.”
The now familiar blazing tingle crept along Annie’s skin as Dallas sucked her nipple. She pulled her tank top over her head, threw it to the floor, and went to work on his shirt, unbuttoning frantically and parting the fabric. She smoothed her fingers over the hard expanse of his chest as he continued to tease her nipples. She hated to stop him, but she needed that sensational mouth on hers. She grasped his head in her hands and pulled him upward, pressing their lips together. Dallas stood up, and Annie locked her legs around his hips. He walked toward the bedroom.
The phone rang.
Annie tore herself from the lip lock. “Damn.”
“Ignore it,” Dallas said, nibbling her neck.
“I can’t. It might a sick animal.”
“Doc…”
“I’m sorry, Cowboy.” She unhooked her legs and picked up the phone. “This is Annie,” she said.
“Hi. You’re the vet, right?”
“Yeah. What can I do for you?”
“It’s my horse. She’s real sick.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there. What’s your name and where are you?”
“I’m sorry. It’s Catie. Caitlyn Bay. We’re at the ranch adjacent to the McCrays.”
“All right. Give me half an hour.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
“Not a problem.” She hung up, turning to Dallas. “Sick horse at the Bay ranch.”
Dallas was in the process of buttoning his shirt. Annie looked guiltily at the ridge still swollen below his belt.
“I’ll drive you,” he said.
She smiled at him and tried to convey her sorrow at not being able to continue their tryst. “You don’t have to.”
“Oh? Is your car ready?”
“Crap. I forgot about that.”
Dallas smiled. “It’s okay, Doc. I don’t mind.”
Annie reached for her purse on the couch and looked around the room for her vet bag. “You’re the best, Cowboy.”
“Yeah. Remember that.” He eyed her provocatively and her nipples tightened once again. “Doc?”
“Huh?”
“You may want to put a shirt on before we go.”
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T he chestnut Morgan mare whinnied as Annie palpated her abdomen. Beside her stood Catie Bay, a pretty teenage girl with brown braids hanging below a creamy white Stetson. Her older brother Harper soothed the horse while Annie performed her exam. Dusty was also there, and a tall brown-haired young man with the signature McCray good looks—Dallas and Zach’s younger brother, Chad.
“I called Dusty first,” Catie was explaining, “and Chad was over there for breakfast so he brought her over. They both know a lot about animals, and I didn’t want to bother you if I didn’t have to.”
“It’s no bother,” Annie said, running her hands over the horse’s soft flanks. “That’s what I’m here for.”
“But it’s so early. And on a Saturday.”
“Not a problem. Really.”
“What’re you doing here, anyway?” Annie heard Chad ask Dallas.
“I brought Annie. Her car’s in the shop.”
“And you just happened to come across her this early on a Saturday morning?”
Annie heard the glint of sarcasm in Chad’s voice. No doubt he was smirking.
“Zip it, will you?” Dallas said, his voice barely audible. But Annie had heard. She smiled to herself.
“Definitely colic,” she said to Catie. “Her abdomen is distended but her temperature is normal and so are her heart sounds.”
“But she’s had colic before, and it’s usually gone within a few hours.” Catie’s face twisted in anguish.
“You’re