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second ATV. “I wish I had a more secure lockup, but this is it for now.” He swung up into the driver’s seat, and Andrew hopped in the other side. “We’re going up to look around and see if we can find any more evidence.”
    “I take it you’re staying even if it’s not to help us with cattle rustlers?” Ryder said through waves of more pain than he’d felt since right after his injury. They’d laid out more than they could really afford to hire them, thinking it a good investment in keeping their herd safe. “Won’t your bosses want to renegotiate your fee or something?”
    “Just get that wound looked at and we’ll be back down to figure out the rest in a few hours, okay?”
    Isbet climbed into the seat next to Ryder and pulled the little vehicle off to the side to let the other men pass. “We’re out of here. Be careful.” Once the others disappeared into the distance, she made a Y-turn and headed downhill. “Let’s get you to a doctor.”
    “After.” He shouldn’t delay, but he wanted to wait and hear what the Omega Team cousin had to say about the evidence. He’d been in a lot of pain and feared he’d missed something important. How it could change the inevitable, he had no idea.

Chapter Four
     
    Isbet ran out of breath arguing by the time they arrived in front of the house. Sarge, in his cook’s whites, waited on the porch and stomped down to help her assist Ryder up the steps and then, at his insistence, into his room on the second floor.
    “Why won’t you let me call a doctor?”
    “Later.” He sat on the edge of the straight chair and panted. “After we see what Carson and Andrew find out.”
    “You are the stubbornest man alive,” she raged.
    Sarge glanced from one to the other and retreated, closing the door behind him. The grizzled man had probably seen enough firefights to be ready to avoid them in his “retirement.” As his steps clomped away down the hall, Isbet crossed her arms over her chest and blew out a breath.
    “I’m not going to allow you to bleed to death while you wait for information,” she said. “Let’s get those pants off you.”
    “Why, darlin’, this is all going so fast.” His smile resembled a grimace, and she ached for how much he must be hurting.
    “I’ll help you. Can you stand up for just a minute?”
    He pushed himself to his feet with one hand on the back of the chair, white knuckles indicating how painful it was. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
    He was anything but fine. But she’d rather help with the problem than make a point of it. “Rest your hands on my shoulders while I unbutton your jeans.”
    “Are you sure you aren’t just using this as an excuse to get me out of my Wranglers?” He obeyed, though, and she was startled at how much he did lean on her. Moving as quickly as she could, she slipped each button out of the hole and worked them off his hips. “Hang on.” He sucked in a big breath and let it out. “Okay, now.”
    Trying not to hurt him any more than necessary, she held the waistband away and, dropping to one knee, eased the denim past his wound. It seeped blood and clear fluid, and Isbet couldn’t believe he still stood.
    She also couldn’t believe he could be “happy to see her,” while in such pain.
    “Commando, huh?” She breathed in the scent of his arousal which bobbed inches from her face. “You could have warned a girl.”
    “Surprise!”
    “Sit down. On the bed so I can get a good look at your injury.” Ignoring her first instinct in favor of her better ones, she kept her hands and lips away from the straightest, hardest, smoothest penis she’d seen and rose to her feet to help him sit on the mattress. “I don’t know what to do with you.” Every inch she revealed of him stood in such sharp, healthy contrast to the red-edged raw flesh on his left thigh, and her anger grew.
    “I could make some suggestions.”
    “Just shut up. If you want to fuck me, you’ll have to get a handle on this injury first