she was dealing with and make a sensible decision about whether or not it would be safe to let him in.
He mumbled something unintelligible, then said, “I was already there once.”
“Well, go there again.”
“I should have known I'd get this kind of treatment from you,” he shouted through the heavy door. “Have a heart. It's raining.”
Kara listened. The staccato sound of drops hitting the metal roof confirmed the man's statement. Since the porch where he now stood was dry, he did have a valid excuse for not wanting to circle the building. When she was in the kennel area she seldom heard anything over the uproar of barking and mewing, so it was highly likely he actually had knocked on the front door, just as he'd claimed. Which meant he was probably harmless.
Still cautious, Kara unlocked the door and opened it wide enough to peek out. Her eyes widened. Tyler Corbett? It couldn't be!
She blinked as she combed a fall of hair back off her forehead with her free hand. It certainly was him. And he looked anything but cordial. His jacket was wet, water was dripping off the brim of his cowboy hat, and his scowl was even more pronounced than it had been the last time they'd met.
“What do you want?” she asked firmly.
“A pepperoni pizza.” His tone was sarcastic. “With extra cheese.”
Kara tried to slam the door. The toe of Tyler's boot stopped it from closing. “I don't like jokes,” she told him. “Now go away.”
“Not till you help this poor dog.”
“What poor dog?” She let the door swing open and stuck her head out far enough to scan the whole porch. “I don't see any dog.”
“He's in here.” Tyler looked down.
Kara's gaze followed his. His arm was bent to support a slight bulge on one side of his jacket. When he lifted the fabric away from his chest, Kara could see the dark, soulful eyes of a floppy-eared, nondescript brown puppy.
“Why didn't you say so?” She quickly threw the door wide-open and ushered him inside. “Follow me. I'll have a look.”
Tyler kicked the door closed behind him, took off his soggy hat and reluctantly trailed her down the hall. He hadn't intended to do more than drop off the pup and go home. If he hadn't thought the dog's condition was critical, he wouldn't have brought it to that particular animal hospital in the first place. And he certainly wouldn't be taking any orders from Kara Shepherd.
She moved lightly, with athletic grace, he noted, watching her precede him. Funny. He'd seen her before but he'd never noticed that. Nor had he seen how long and silky her hair was when it was unbound. He'd also never noticed what a take-charge person she could be. About the only times he'd talked to her was when she'd acted as her husband's assistant during veterinary visits to the cattle at his ranch in Ash Flat. She'd seemed more introverted then.
Kara led him to the closest exam room and gestured toward a stainless steel table. “Put him there.”
“He's awful cold,” Tyler said. He dropped his hat on a chair. “And I'm not sure how busted up he might be. I think it's pretty bad.”
His concern brought her up short. So, there was a tender bone in Mr. Corbett's body after all. Well, well. What a surprise.
She reached into a cabinet beneath the supply rack and brought out a fluffy white towel, draping it over the exam table. “Okay. Lay him on this to begin with. If I need to do anything serious, we'll move him into surgery.”
Tyler began to slowly part the front of his coat and lean toward the towel. The puppy whimpered. “I'm afraid to move him much.”
“Here. I'll help.” She circled the table without thought and reached for the jacket, folding it back carefully. There seemed to be more blood on the man's shirt and coat lining than there was on the dog.
Kara took a moment to caress the puppy's face and check his gums for color. Thankfully, they were pink and healthy. He hadn't lost too much blood.
“That's a good boy. I'm your friend, too,” she cooed, sliding one hand along the length of his body and lifting gently. “Come on. That's it. You'll be just fine.”
Tyler leaned toward her, bending over the exam table, and together they maneuvered the injured dog out of the crook of his arm.
Kara continued speaking softly to reassure the puppy as she eased him down onto the towel. “That's good. Almost there.”
“Watch that front leg,” Tyler warned. “I think it may be broken.” He reached out to cradle the tiny bones. Kara did the same. Their hands accidentally touched.
She looked up, startled. Tyler was staring back at her as if he'd never seen her before. “You can let go, now,” she finally managed to say. “I've got him.”
“Right. I was just…” He frowned. “Never mind.”
Well, at least he didn't look angry anymore, she thought, relieved. She quickly refocused on the job at hand. “He's in shock, like you thought. That's why he was acting so cold. You probably saved his life by keeping him warm the way you did.”
“I didn't know what else to do. By the time I found him, he looked like he'd been there for some time. When I picked him up he started bleeding again.”
Kara was swabbing the matted fur around the wounds with peroxide as she assessed her patient. “There's one deep laceration on his shoulder and a few other smaller ones. I suspect you were right about the broken leg. Can't tell yet about internal damage. How was he hurt?”
“I think a car hit him. I found him by the side of the road.”
She nodded. “These injuries are consistent with that kind of an accident. How long have you had him?”
Tyler pushed up the sleeve of his jacket and looked at his watch. “About fifteen minutes, give or take.”
“What?” She froze in midmotion.
“He's not my dog.”
“I see. Do you know who he belongs to?”
“Not a clue. I suppose he was dumped. Lots of folks seem to think that the country is a wonderful place to abandon unwanted animals.”
“I know what you mean. I got three of my own dogs that way. No telling how many others just wandered off and starved to death.”
“Or became a coyote's dinner.”
“Don't remind me.” She shivered. So did the pup.
“Will you be able to save him?”
“I think his chances are good. He's young. That's definitely in his favor. We'll start by sewing up the gash in his shoulder, then X-ray the leg to see if it needs a splint or a cast.”
Tyler raised one dark eyebrow. “We?”
“A figure of speech.”
“Oh.”
