Proud Wolf's Woman
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“I’m a doctor,” Catherine said, setting down her medical bag and kneeling in the street.
She ignored the incredulous mutterings going on around her and reached out to gently lift the man’s head so she could examine him for signs of concussion or fractured skull. At her touch, the man stirred. When he raised his head of his own volition, Catherine found herself looking into the cold gray eyes of Damon Delancy.
She stared for what seemed like an eternity, unable to speak.
He winced. “Who in the hell are you? And where is my horse?”
So he didn’t remember her from their brief meeting in Central Park. Irrational disappointment stung her as her hands fell away.
“I am Dr. Catherine Stone. And I suspect your horse is halfway to the Statue of Liberty by now.”
A mocking smile tightened his mouth. “A lady doctor… Just my luck.”
The burly man supporting him chuckled.
“You are lucky that I happened by,” Catherine replied coldly, turning his head to see if he was bleeding from the ears, “because I’ll have you know that I’m a damn fine doctor, Mr.—?”
“Delancy. Damon Delancy.” If he expected her to recognize his illustrious name, he didn’t show it.
“Count yourself lucky, Mr. Delancy. You don’t have a fractured skull.” But he did have a scrape along his cheek.
“Thickheaded one, ain’t he?” the burly man said.
Catherine touched Damon Delancy’s left shoulder gently, and when he flinched, swore and shot her a murderous look, she added, “But I suspect you have broken or fractured your collarbone.”
“All I know is that it hurts like hell, and I don’t appreciate having it poked and prodded.”
Catherine bristled, but bit back the retort forming on the tip of her tongue.
Suddenly someone from the crowd shouted, “Hey, lady! You’re blocking traffic. Call an ambulance and get him outta here.”
“Well, Mr. Delancy,” Catherine said, “we can either have the police call an ambulance to take you to the nearest hospital, or—”
“No hospitals.”
Catherine didn’t blame him. Hospitals were for the poor or the seriously ill.
“Very well. My office is just around the corner. But if you don’t wish a ‘lady doctor’ to treat you, I can put you in a cab and send you to your own physician.”
“You’ll do. I don’t expect you’ll kill me.”
Right at that moment, Catherine could have cheerfully done just that, but she reminded herself that he was a man in pain who wasn’t responsible for his actions.
She rose and said to the burly man, “Would you be able to help him to my office?”
The man nodded and helped Delancy to his feet, where he turned white and swayed for a moment.
“Will you be able to walk?” Catherine asked.
He nodded as he grasped his left arm beneath the elbow to keep every step from jarring it.
The three of them started for Catherine’s office.
By the time they arrived, Damon Delancy looked on the verge of collapse. He was as white as arsenic powder and the skin around his mouth had a greenish tinge. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead and streaked his taut, lean cheeks.
Molly answered the door and hurried ahead to ready the surgery. Since Sybilla was nowhere to be seen, Catherine assumed she was in her own surgery down the hall with a patient.
Catherine didn’t relax until her patient was sitting on the examining table. She was just about to thank the burly man for his help and send him on his way when Damon Delancy offered him his card and the opportunity to return the favor for helping him.
Once the burly man left, Catherine took command. “We’ll have to take off your coat and shirt if I’m to examine you.”
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “And have you examined many men, Dr. Stone?”
Catherine gave him a cool, level look. “Hundreds, Mr. Delancy. Nay, thousands. I assure you that I’m quite beyond letting the sight of an unclothed man fluster me. But I rather doubt that you’ve ever been examined by a woman doctor.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Well, just think of me as you would your mother, healing some childhood scrape.”
“That,” he said, his eyes darting over her in quick appraisal, “is out of the question.”
Catherine felt her cheeks grow warm at the rough intimacy in his voice, and she took refuge in anger. “Mr. Delancy, you try my patience. If you don’t wish me to examine you, I’ll call an ambulance and have you taken to the hospital. What’s it to be?”
He sighed in surrender and began unbuttoning his riding jacket, but when he tried to shrug out of it, the pain stopped him cold. He swore as his hand fell away.
“Let me.” Catherine managed to get his right arm out of the sleeve. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, but if I hurt you, please tell me.”
“If you hurt me, you’ll know it,” he growled.
Somehow, she managed to ease the left sleeve off his injured arm with only a short gasp and shudder on Damon Delancy’s part. As Catherine folded the smooth worsted riding jacket and set it aside, she noticed it was expensive and impeccably tailored.
“Now the shirt,” she said.
When the shirt came off, Catherine tried to examine him with a critical, professional eye and failed. His torso was as perfectly sculpted as the classical Greek statues Ruth had strewn around the Cleveland house to impress visitors, and much to Catherine’s chagrin, she was not immune to the sensuous, masculine power of rippling muscle.
She forced her wandering gaze back to his injured shoulder and noticed the pale, thick scar on his upper arm. “Knife wound?”
His eyes widened briefly in surprise. “Bullet.”
“The doctor who treated you didn’t stitch it, did he?”
“There wasn’t time.”
“That’s unfortunate. That scar would be less noticeable if he had.”
“It doesn’t matter to me what it looks like. Not many people see it.”
Catherine wondered if the woman in sable was a member of the privileged ones who had.
“I’m sorry for digressing.” Catherine turned her attention to his shoulder and made her diagnosis. “You have a fractured clavicle. When you fell, did you hit the ground with your palm?”
He nodded.
“Well, I’m going to have to set the bone, then put your arm in a splint to position it so it will heal correctly. I’m warning you that it will be quite painful.”
“I’ve endured worse.”
“I can give you morphine for the pain.”
“No!” he snapped. “I’ve seen what morphine addiction can do to a man.”
Catherine stiffened. “I wouldn’t give you enough to addict you, merely ease your pain.”
“Thank you, but I’d rather not.”
“Suit yourself.”
Catherine went to work to set the fractured bone so that it would heal properly, without deformity. She realized her patient was in great pain, for he turned as gray as potted paste and his jaw clenched, but Catherine couldn’t do slipshod work just to spare him. Above all, she was a doctor.
“Done!” she announced with a triumphant smile when she finished. “Now all I have to do is—”
With an odd, wheezing sigh, Damon Delancy slumped forward in a faint.
Catherine caught him around the waist, staggering under his weight as she broke his fall. She eased him down on his back, then managed to swing his legs up after him. After pausing for a moment to catch her breath, Catherine went to work, bringing the man’s left hand to his right shoulder and applying Sayer’s dressing.
When she finished, she leaned against the medicine cabinet and took another deep breath. Damon Delancy was still unconscious, looking less forbidding than he did when awake and glowering with anger. Catherine filled a basin with cold water, wrung out a cloth and began bathing his face.
His eyelids fluttered open. For once, his gray eyes seemed warm
as they regarded her in confusion.
“You fainted,” Catherine said. “But I’ve set your arm and bandaged it. You should be as good as new.”
He scowled at the bandage. “How long do I have to stay with my arm strapped to my chest?”
“Four weeks, then keep your arm in a sling for two weeks. Your own doctor can advise you.”
“You can be sure of that.”
Catherine didn’t take offense at his implied criticism of her medical skills, because she was confident his own outrageously priced Fifth Avenue doctor couldn’t have done any better, as Mr. Delancy was sure to discover.
Proud Wolf’s Woman
Karen Kay
He rescued her from slavery…now he is captive to desire.
Lakota, Book 3
Stolen from a cruel husband by the savage Kiowa, Julia Wilson’s life has gone from bad to worse. Just when she has reached the end of her endurance, salvation rides into camp. Neeheeowee, a proud Cheyenne brave who once filled her young heart with romantic dreams, has come to save her from everything—except the flames of desire that still burn.
Bitter and intent on vengeance against the man who killed his wife and unborn child, Neeheeowee has no room in his heart for love. His captured ponies and treasured robes were supposed to be traded for Kiowa weapons. Instead, to his annoyance, he must trade everything for his old friend’s life.
Hard as he tries to hang on to his anger at being set off his mission, he cannot deny he yearns for the woman whose gentle, healing presence reminds him that happiness might exist beyond revenge. Her lips tease him with passion he dare not risk, for those who are long dead still haunt him. To take the love she offers risks his honor—perhaps his very life.
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Warning: Sensuous lovemaking might bring cause to head West to find your own romance out on the Great Plains.
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Proud Wolf’s Woman
Copyright © 2012 by Karen Kay
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgments
To the Reader
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Epilogue
Afterword
About the Author
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Copyright Page
Table of Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgments
To the Reader
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Epilogue
Afterword
About the Author
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