The Cowboy and the Lady. Marie Ferrarella

they grew up. Compared to where she came from—Indianapolis—Forever seemed incredibly tiny. Not only that, but the city had its share of hospitals, as well.

      Why would anyone stay in a place like this where their options were so limited? she couldn’t help wondering. It was a surprise to her that everyone didn’t just pick up and leave town the minute that they graduated high school. She knew she would have. The pace here felt as if it had been dipped in molasses on the coldest day in January.

      “We do, however,” Jackson told her after a beat, “have a medical clinic, and the doctors there are always looking for more help.”

      A medical clinic. She could work with that. “They might just have found it,” she told him with a relieved smile.