The Rebel Heir's Bride. Patricia Thayer

me, are you all right?”

      At the sound of a female voice, Brady’s eyes shot open. He blinked and focused on a pair of big, emerald-green eyes staring back at him from the edge of the porch. They belonged to a petite woman dressed in snug jeans, a white blouse and a denim jacket. Her hair was the rich color of cinnamon, cut just at her jawline, and wayward strands brushed against her full lips. A black cowboy hat sat firmly on her head.

      He swallowed the sudden dryness in his throat. “I’m fine,” he told her.

      “I heard you groan and—” she glanced down at his injured leg “—wondered if you were in pain.”

      Damn right he was. “I’m fine,” he repeated.

      She gave him a half smile and his heart began to race. “Then I apologize for disturbing you.”

      This woman could disturb a man in a coma. She looked like every man’s dream. That was if you were into fiery redheads. Oh, yeah. He sat up straighter. “Are you lost or something?”

      She looked around. “I’m here to see Tess Randell.”

      Brady glanced at the oversize case she was toting. Great, a solicitor out in the middle of nowhere. “If you’re here to sell her something, she’s busy.”

      The woman shook her head and raised an eyebrow. “Actually, I was invited. She called me.”

      “Right.”

      Her shoulders tensed. “If you’ll just direct me to Tess Randell, I won’t bother you any longer.”

      From the corner of his eye, Brady saw his sister-in-law hurrying toward them. “Looks like we’ll both get our wish,” he told the pretty intruder.

      Tess rushed toward them. “Good, you found us,” she said a little breathless. The statuesque blonde wore her long hair tired back in a ponytail. “Did you have much trouble with my directions?”

      The redhead glanced at Brady. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

      Smiling, Tess’s gaze shifted to him. “Have you two met?”

      Before Brady could speak, the woman said, “We haven’t had a chance.”

      “Brady, this is Dr. Lindsey Stafford. She’s the new veterinarian taking over Dr. Hillman’s practice while he’s recovering from his hip surgery. Be nice, or you’ll have to answer to the Randell cousins, especially Travis. He went all the way to Dallas to find her.” Tess turned to the redhead. “Lindsey, this is my brother-in-law, Brady Randell. He’s a captain in the air force.”

      Lindsey fought her nervousness. Not because the man was drop-dead gorgeous, but every time she met another Randell she was afraid someone would figure out who she was.

      “It was nice to meet you, Brady.” She held out her hand.

      He shook it. “Same here, Doc. You’ll excuse me if I don’t get up.”

      She nodded, not missing the sarcasm in his voice. “Hope you have a speedy recovery.”

      Those midnight eyes locked with hers. “Not nearly as much as I do.”

      “Well,” Tess began, “I better take you down to the barn.” She turned to Brady. “You need anything?”

      “No, I can manage.”

      Tess nodded. “If you see Luke, tell him where I went. Come with me, Lindsey.”

      Lindsey quickly followed Tess along the path. She didn’t want to have any more conversation with the man.

      “Sorry about my brother-in-law,” Tess began. “He’s recovering from an accident and is a little antsy with his confinement. Of course, that doesn’t excuse his rude behavior.”

      “You don’t have to apologize for him. I’ll just keep my distance next visit.”

      Tess Randell was beautiful to begin with, but when she smiled she was gorgeous. Tall, with long legs, her every movement was graceful. Everything Lindsey always wanted to be. But at twenty-nine she was resigned to the fact she’d stopped growing at five-foot-three, and her freckles across her nose would not suddenly vanish.

      They arrived at the pristine white barn and walked inside. Lindsey looked around the well-kept area where new-looking stalls lined both walls. She followed Tess down the center aisle to a section that was designated as the grooming area. A stable boy was washing one of the horses.

      They continued past three beautiful quarter horses that peered over their gates to see the visitors. “These are horses I board and train, and their owner has given me permission to call you if I feel the need.”

      “Good.” Lindsey stopped to pet one of the equines. “I’d hate to think about something happening to one of these beautiful animals.”

      “That’s the reason I’m so happy you came here to practice.”

      “I was lucky to get the chance.” She walked alongside of Tess. “I don’t have much experience yet, and this will definitely help build my résumé.” And she never dreamed she would get the opportunity to meet the Randells. It was a chance she couldn’t pass up.

      “The vet you interned for in Ft. Worth gave you a glowing recommendation. That’s good enough for us.” They stopped at the stall of a young bay stallion. “This here is Smooth Whiskey Doc. He’s my number-one concern. I hope to have him compete in the NCHA Futurity.”

      Lindsey was mesmerized by the beautiful golden bay horse. When she went to him, he showed no shyness and came to the gate to greet her. She set her case down and he immediately nudged her hand. When she rubbed his muzzle, he blew out a breath.

      “I think I’m in love,” Lindsey said with a big grin. But her thoughts suddenly turned to the brooding Brady Randell.

      “Be careful,” Tess warned. “He’s fickle.”

      “I don’t doubt that for a second,” she said, remarking about both stallions.

      Whiskey bobbed his head as if to agree and they both laughed. All the time, Lindsey was looking the animal over. He was about sixteen hands high, his eyes were clear, and his coat shiny. Well cared for.

      “What seems to be your problem, big boy?”

      Tess swung open the gate and walked in beside the horse. Her hand smoothed over his withers across his back and down his rump. “It’s probably minor, but I didn’t want to take a chance with this guy.” She talked soothingly as she leaned down to reveal the gash just below the hock on his hind leg.

      “I was working him in a cutting exercise and he got clipped by a steer.”

      Lindsey ran her hand along the horse’s rump as she crooned to him. She didn’t want to get kicked because the animal was nervous. Tess did her part, too, to keep Whiskey still.

      Lindsey examined the open wound closely, then asked, “When did it happen?”

      “About a week ago. I’ve been treating it with the normal antiseptic cream and clean bandages.”

      “You were right to call me. In a few more days, this could have really gotten infected. I believe a strong dose of antibiotics will clear it up, but I want you to stop training for a few days.”

      Lindsey went to her bag. “I’ve looked over Dr. Hillman’s file on Whiskey. He was examined just a month ago, but I’ll give him a quick check just so I can get familiar with him.”

      Tess looked relieved. “That’s fine with me.”

      After the exam, Lindsey gave Whiskey a glowing report. They came out of the stall in time to see a man walking down the aisle. He was tall with a muscular build, coal-black hair and a cleft chin. Obviously another Randell.

      “Luke,” Tess called, love shining in her eyes. “You’re finished with the meeting already.”

      “Not