If the Ring Fits. Cindy Kirk

option. “If Meg and I hadn’t agreed, Len wouldn’t have taken us in and our family would have been split up. My brothers and sisters would have been thrown into the foster-care system.”

      Kate tilted her head. “How many siblings do you have?”

      “Seven.”

      “No way.”

      The shock in her voice made him smile. He lifted a hand and pulled his fingers together in an almost-forgotten gesture. “Scout’s honor.”

      Kate’s brows pulled together. “I can’t imagine how you made it through college and medical school while still fulfilling the promise you made to your uncle.”

      Her interest appeared genuine, and he was discovering that talking to Kate kept him from noticing how close Mary Karen was sitting to Joel. Or how pretty M.K. looked with the sun hitting her hair.

      “Travis?” Kate prompted.

      He pulled his gaze back and focused on the woman at his side. “For starters, I lived at home. I studied while attending sporting events and dance recitals. Thankfully they were good kids. Challenging at times, but a little fire can be a good thing.” Travis’s lips lifted in a satisfied smile. “Not a slacker in the bunch.”

      Kate glanced around. “Are any of them here tonight?”

      “None of them live in Jackson Hole.” Leaving his family in Nebraska to set up practice back here had been hard. But, at that point, they’d all been adults and capable of making their own decision. Still, he hadn’t given up hope that they’d all one day find their way back home. “I’m hoping that will change. Even though we live hundreds of miles apart, we’re still close.”

      A thoughtful look blanketed Kate’s face. “With such a successful parenting experience, I’m surprised you don’t want kids of your own.”

      Travis shrugged and watched the sun slip behind a cloud. Until he’d been thrust into the father role, he hadn’t realized all that being a parent entailed. He’d felt overwhelmed. Inadequate. Even now he wondered if they’d grown into fine young men and women in spite of his efforts and countless rookie mistakes.

      He pulled his attention back to Kate and found her staring. But not at him. “What’s so interesting?”

      “Your ‘old friend’ and Joel Dennes,” Kate blurted out. “They sure seem to be hitting it off.”

      Travis followed Kate’s gaze and frowned. Was his ski buddy holding Mary Karen’s hand? Just then she threw back her head and laughed.

      A surge of something that felt an awful lot like jealousy stabbed Travis in the side. Usually he was the one making M.K. laugh.

      “There’s a certain gleam in your eyes when you look at her.” Kate’s gaze turned sharp and assessing. “Were you lovers?”

      She sounded almost hopeful, but that didn’t make any sense. Neither did asking something so personal in such a public setting. Thankfully no one was standing close enough to overhear them.

      The last thing Travis wanted was to get gossip started. Mary Karen had already endured more than her share. When she’d walked down the aisle six months pregnant with twins, the tongues had started wagging. It had started up again when her jerk of a husband walked out on her when she was pregnant with Logan. The spunky blonde had kept her chin up, but he knew the gossip had stung.

      If news about what had happened in Las Vegas got out, M.K. would once again be hurt. But he wouldn’t let that happen. He would protect his friend—and her reputation—at all costs.

      “You were, weren’t you?” Kate pressed. Then her eyes widened. “Don’t tell me you two are still dating?”

      “Any questions having to do with her are off-limits.” His tone made it clear the subject was closed. Still, as they strolled back toward the party, Kate continued to push the issue until he found himself holding on to his temper with both hands.

      “You know Kate, it’s been a long day.” He stopped short of the crowd. “I’m ready to call it a night.”

      The brunette blinked as if she’d heard the words but they didn’t compute. “It’s your party. And it’s not even ten o’clock.”

      “David and July will understand.” The words came out more clipped than he’d intended, but Travis wasn’t about to apologize.

      Her gaze searched his eyes.

      “I’m sorry, Travis.” Kate placed a hand on his arm, two bright spots of pink dotting her cheeks. “Consider me properly chastised. Your relationship with Mary Karen Vaughn is absolutely your business, and none of mine.”

      The apology brought Kate back up in his estimation but didn’t change his mind. Blame it on jet lag and a late night at the hospital, but the party had lost its appeal. He headed across the lawn to where July and David stood, Kate tagging along. By the time he made the rounds and said his goodbyes, the lights were on in the yard and Mary Karen and Joel were nowhere in sight.

      Travis briefly considered asking Kate if she’d seen them leave but thought better of it. He kept the conversation on hospital matters until they reached the sidewalk. Kate surprised him by hailing one of her partners who lived in her neighborhood and securing a ride home.

      “I can take you,” he protested, though perhaps not as strongly as he could have.

      She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll see you around.”

      Although Travis was relieved to watch her go, he insisted on opening her car door, then waited at the curb until the SUV disappeared from sight.

      For a second he thought about returning to David’s backyard to see if Mary Karen had reappeared. But the way his evening was going, even if he did find her there’d be no opportunity for them to talk privately. Besides, he was tired. Exhausted. Bone-weary.

      After chatting for a few minutes with a couple nurses who’d stopped by specifically to give him a welcome-back hug, Travis headed down the sidewalk. The curb out front had been lined with cars when he’d arrived so he’d been forced to park his new car on a nearby street.

      The approaching darkness shrouded the vehicle in shadows but as he drew close, the remaining light allowed him to see that someone sat inside.

      Not just anyone …

      Adrenaline surged. In several long strides he covered the distance to his red BMW convertible. He jerked open the door and slid behind the wheel. “Hey, stranger. I was looking for you.”

      “I didn’t know you bought a new car,” Mary Karen said. “Not until David told me.”

      “It came in right before I left for Cameroon.” He gestured with one hand to the luxurious interior. “What do you think?”

      “I saw Kate get into Duane’s car.” She leaned over and straightened the collar of his shirt in a gesture that seemed … wifely. She patted his chest then sat back. “I take it you struck out.”

      For a moment he thought he’d heard wrong, or that she was teasing … until he noticed her expression. “C’mon. You know me better than that.”

      “We’re only married on paper.”

      M.K. seemed so tight tonight. But he knew just how to loosen her up. Travis reached over and took her hand, his thumb caressing her palm. “Remember what happened that night, when we returned to the hotel?”

      “Umm.” She noisily cleared her throat and pulled her hand away. “Yes, there was … that.”

      “That.” Travis trailed a finger up her bare arm. “Was fantastic.”

      He started humming a few bars of “All Night Long.”

      “Let me give you a tip.” While he was still humming, Mary Karen leaned close so that her lips touched his ear. “Bringing a