Back in the Bachelor's Arms. Victoria Pade

“It is you. The nurse said Dr. Walker would be in and I wondered if maybe Cassie or one of your brothers had ended up going to medical school. Or if it was you. Apparently it was you…”

      “Apparently.”

      Snide. Sarcastic. Downright nasty.

      This was not going to be nice.

      His gaze dropped to the chart he held in his hands but Chloe had the sense that more than studying whatever was written on it, he just couldn’t stand to look at her.

      “Single?” he said after a moment, obviously reading what she’d marked on the papers she’d filled out. “Is there anybody you want notified of the accident? I know your parents are gone—”

      “I appreciated the flowers and sympathy card your mom sent. I wondered how she knew—”

      “The newspaper ran a small article,” he explained curtly, still looking only at her chart and wasting no time going back to what he’d been saying. “Is there anyone else you want notified of the accident or asked to come here to be with you? Friends? Other family? A boyfriend or fiancé?”

      Was he being persistent about that as a matter of course or was he trying to find out if she was unattached?

      Given his attitude, Chloe thought it must be a matter of course.

      “No, there’s no boyfriend or fiancé or anyone else who I want called.”

      He didn’t so much as nod to acknowledge her answer. He merely shot her another question. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

      For a split second she thought he was talking about what had happened fourteen years ago. But of course that wasn’t the case and she realized it a little belatedly. She was in an emergency room. He was her doctor.

      “The weather was fine when I left the Billings airport,” she began to explain. “But about halfway here it started to snow. Hard. The roads iced up and even though I was driving at a snail’s pace, the rental car spun out and I hit a telephone pole. The engine died. The doors wouldn’t open. The air bag was in my face. I couldn’t do anything but use my cell phone to dial 911 for help.”

      “Any loss of consciousness?”

      “No. But the cop who finally got there had to pry one of the doors open to get me out. Once I was out, it didn’t seem like any bones were broken or anything, but he insisted that he bring me here anyway.”

      Was she rambling? She was afraid she was. But she was so unnerved both by the accident and by seeing Reid again unexpectedly that she sort of didn’t know which end was up.

      “Are you having any pain?” he demanded, deigning to look at her again but with such scorn she wished he hadn’t.

      “No, not really. It kind of shook me up but like I said, I’m not hurt. The air bag took most of the impact. There are a couple of scrapes on my arms and a bruise on my knee, but otherwise, I’m fine.”

      “I’ll still need to check you over.”

      He sounded as if he’d rather walk barefoot through toxic waste—she wasn’t giving him high marks for bedside manner.

      Not that Chloe was any more thrilled with the prospect of Reid Walker—of all people—examining her…

      “There isn’t another doctor?” she ventured.

      “Molly, you want to come in here?” he hollered over his shoulder rather than answering Chloe’s question.

      The nurse she’d seen before joined them.

      “Is the next shift in yet?” he demanded.

      “No,” the nurse answered. “And they may be a while. This storm took everybody off guard—J.T. just called and his car won’t start so he’s walking in. I’d just hung up from talking to him when Shauna called to say her husband had to go out to deal with a frozen water main and she’s having to find someone to come stay with the kids before she can leave home.”

      Reid stabbed Chloe with another glance. “And if you want to wait for them you should know that you won’t be seeing a doctor. Shauna is a nurse and J.T. is a nurse-practitioner—they do our overnights and call for help if something too serious for them to handle comes in. Or I can do the exam but have Molly stay in the room, if that makes you more comfortable. Your choice.”

      Nothing in the world could make Chloe more comfortable at that moment. All she wanted was to get this over with and slink away from the entire situation. And waiting for another shift to come in in a snowstorm didn’t seem like the fastest route to that.

      “What will you have to do?” she asked before she committed to anything.

      “I’ll check for head, neck and spinal cord injuries. Check your extremities—” He paused to address the nurse once more. “Did you look for seat belt signs?”

      “I did. There weren’t any,” the nurse responded.

      “Seat belt signs?” Chloe inquired.

      “If there’s been a lot of force against the restraint of the seat belt and there’s bruising, that can be an indication of internal injury,” he said as if any idiot should know that.

      “The seat belt unsnapped itself before the accident ever happened. I’d had to take it off. I guess it was lucky the air bag came up when it did.”

      “Then we don’t need to worry about injury from the seat belt, do we?”

      More sarcasm before the unpleasant physician continued outlining the exam he would need to perform on her.

      “I’ll listen to your abdomen with the stethoscope, apply some pressure to see if that causes you pain you might not otherwise be aware of, listen to your heart and lungs. I can do everything on the outside of the gown and I’ll be as hands-off as possible. Believe me, I’ll be as hands-off as possible.”

      Because he didn’t want to touch her.

      And she didn’t want him to touch her.

      Did she?

      Of course she didn’t.

      So why was it so insulting that he seemed to abhor the idea?

      It just was, that’s all. But Chloe tamped down on that to deal with what she was being forced to deal with. “And it won’t take long?” she asked.

      “Not one split second longer than it has to.”

      So not only didn’t he want to touch her, he didn’t want anything between them prolonged either—that was the message he was relaying.

      “Okay,” Chloe conceded reluctantly.

      “Shall I go or stay?” the confused-sounding nurse asked then.

      “Stay!” both Chloe and Reid said at the same time.

      Then Reid added, “Definitely stay.”

      As he went to the nearby sink and washed his hands the nurse stepped to the side of the bed, smiling reassuringly but still appearing as if she didn’t understand what was going on.

      But then she’d already told Chloe that she was new in town. Which meant that she likely didn’t know that once upon a time Chloe and Reid had been teenagers madly in love with each other.

      Until Chloe had turned up pregnant.

      And all hell had broken loose.

      Chapter Two

      Monday morning came to life with a clear blue sky full of sunshine falling on more than two feet of pristine white snow. And Reid was there to see it all because he was awake and out of bed and watching the day break as he stood at the picture window in the living room of the house he and Luke owned together and shared. Directly across the street from the Carmichael house they were about to buy.

      But