The Cowboy and the Princess
growl? “It’s not, but it’s necessary so she doesn’t hurt herself or kick out and kill one of us while we help her. Now go. You don’t belong here.”
    “Will she be all right?”
    He grimaced and started to answer. She was pretty sure he wasn’t going to offer her any platitudes, but she’d never know that for sure because a man shrugging into a pair of pristine coveralls came loping in at that moment and started barking orders. He must be the vet.
    “Ready, boss?” the man asked.
    “She’s yours, Len,” Owen answered, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he deftly assisted the man, following Len’s orders quickly and efficiently, as if he’d done this hundreds of times before.
    “She’s bleeding too much,” Len said. “Give me the hemostat. Come on. Quick. Quick, dammit.”
    Owen slapped the object in the man’s hand and Len went to work. There was so much blood.
    Delfyne felt light-headed and weak. She reached for the wall and tried to stay quiet. Apparently unsuccessfully, because Owen swore and started toward her. “You look like you’re going to faint. I’m getting you out of here now.”
    But when he moved toward her and away from the cow, Delfyne realized that the animal might not survive because “the princess” had drawn Owen’s attention and hands away from the task at hand.
    “No. No, I’m all right. Go help.” She motioned him back, gulping in air. Her voice was shaky but she remained standing.
    He hesitated.
    “Owen!” Len was yelling.
    “Go!” Delfyne yelled, too. She had a crazy urge to say, “I command you,” even though she’d never said that in her life.
    Without another word, Owen returned to his place with Lenand the distressed creature. Side by side, the two men barked orders at each other and worked in concert, a team that had obviously done this together before.
    They made another incision and eased out the calf. Owen checked it over and gently laid it aside. Then he turned back to its mother. Based on the men’s brief, guttural exchanges, Delfyne caught the merest hint of what was happening. Antibiotics were involved. She heard the word antiseptic . Stitches were made. Finally, Ennis took the apparently healthy calf away and then came back for the woozy, tipsy but on-her-feet mother, promising to keep watch over both of them. He glanced at Delfyne, a question in his eyes, but he said nothing.
    Len was obviously less cautious about asking questions. After washing up and changing his coveralls for a clean shirt, he came over and held out his hand, flashing her a devilish smile that she was sure he reserved for women he was interested in. “Well, hello there, pretty mystery lady. You must be one of the visitors we were told about. I’m Len Mayall. And you’re…”
    “None of your business, Len.” Owen’s words were quiet but firm as he came up behind them. He had shed his shirt and put on a new one but he hadn’t had time to button it yet. Delfyne tried not to notice what a fine, muscular chest he had, but her fingertips tingled. And he had said—
    Delfyne frowned sternly and gave Owen a pained look. “I’m Delfyne,” she said.
    Which clearly wasn’t what Len had wanted to know, by the questioning look he gave Owen. Now she got it. He wanted to know what her relationship to his boss was.
    “Yes, I’m a visitor,” she said with a smile. “I’ll be staying for quite a while.”
    Len’s eyebrows rose. “I see.”
    Owen moved closer to the man who had been wielding ascalpel moments before. He had deferred to Len then, but now he towered over him. There was no question who was the boss.
    “No, you don’t see. Delfyne is—”
    Uh-oh, Owen was going to say “a princess,” wasn’t he? Or something of that nature. Because he wanted to make it clear to Len that he was not romantically linked to Delfyne.
    Delfyne couldn’t let him say that. “Owen was kind enough to take me in when I needed a place to stay,” she said, rushing in. Which still
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