by Diana Palmer
Cappie laughed. “I’d love one.”
“Me, too,” Bentley agreed, poking his head around the corner. “Did Cy Parks call back about that new bull of his that got cut on the barbed wire?”
“He did. He said if you’d drop by on your way home, he and Lisa would feed you both,” Keely chuckled. “They’re having homemade chili and corn bread.”
“My favorite,” Bentley said.
“Mine, too,” Cappie replied almost at the same time as Bentley.
“He said you could bring Kell along,” the other girl added.
“Kell’s gone off somewhere with Rourke and Chet,” Cappie sighed. “No telling where. They vanish for days at a time, and nobody knows where. He’s my own brother. You’d think he could trust me.”
“And me,” Bentley added.
“I’m sure he has his reasons,” Cappie said. “Whatever they are.”
“It’s bound to be something covert and dangerous and exciting,” Keely said out loud.
“More than likely, they’re helping Detective Marquez stake out a nightclub or something,” Bentley chuckled. “He did mention that he needed a couple of willing volunteers for a special project he and that assistant district attorney are working on.”
“We owe that district attorney,” Cappie agreed. “He talked Frank’s accomplices into testifying against him for reduced sentences. He says Frank won’t get out until his hair turns gray. Made my day,” she added.
“Mine, too,” Bentley assured her. “Okay, people, back to work.”
“Yes, sir, Dr. Rydel, sir,” Cappie said, saluting him.
He made a face at her. Then he grinned.
She grinned back, turning back to her coworker behind the counter. “Who’s next, Keely?”
“Mrs. Anderson and her Chihuahua. Got the chart right here.”
Cappie took it from her and went out into the waiting room, which was full. Her eyes were bright with happiness as she exchanged a glance with her handsome husband, just before he went into the back to examine a surgical patient. She felt as if she could walk on air.
“Okay, Mrs. Anderson,” she told an elderly little woman with a smile. “If you’ll bring Tweedle on back, we’ll get Dr. Rydel to take a look at his bruised paw.”
“He’s a very nice doctor,” the little woman told Cappie. “You’re a lucky young woman!”
“Yes, you are!” Bentley called from the back. “Not every woman gets a husband who’s as accomplished and modest as I am! You should be proud of yourself!”
“I am, dear, and how do you like your potatoes…burned or charbroiled?”
There was a pause. “Not every husband gets a wife as accomplished and modest as you are, dear!” he called back.
She chuckled. “Now that will get you a nice scalloped potato dish and a beautifully cooked pot roast!”
An amused Mrs. Anderson wiggled her eyebrows at Cappie as she followed her to a treatment room. Cappie just grinned.
ISBN: 978-1-4268-5218-3
TOUGH TO TAME
First North American Publication 2010
Copyright © 2010 by Diana Palmer
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