to the airport. I’d say having you at the ranch might be a good thing, but not if you only have the use of one hand.”
He started to argue that he could do more with one functioning hand than some men could do with two, but thought better of it. “It’s my left hand and I can still manage.”
“I damn sure hope so. And while I have you on the phone, I need to talk to you about Fort’s latest demands.”
Houston didn’t have the time or energy to deal with Worth’s twin. “Look, can it wait? I’m having breakfast with someone and she should be joining me at any minute.”
“You must not be too banged up if you’re with a woman.”
“She’s not a woman.” Hell, that sounded weird. “I meant she’s not a date. She’s the rodeo’s athletic trainer and she took me to the ER.”
“Oh, yeah? How old is she?”
“Why does that matter?”
“Does she have a lot of experience in the medical field?”
“You could say that. She’s tough as hell but she knows what she’s doing.”
“Then see if she might consider the job here.”
Sleep deprivation had obviously robbed his brother of his senses. “You don’t know a damn thing about her.”
“Right now I’m pretty desperate. I’ve made a few calls but athletic trainers are in such high demand, there aren’t a whole lot available around here. At least not any who are qualified to manage a program or who are willing to move to the middle of nowhere.”
Houston could debate why Jill might not be a good fit, then he realized having her around wouldn’t be so awful since he wouldn’t be her patient, or her boss. “I’ll ask, but don’t get your hopes up. She seems pretty happy with her current position.”
“Okay, but I expect you to use your powers of persuasion. By that I mean persuade her that it’s a good opportunity without trying to seduce her. I’ll have the plane there by four.”
Before Houston could respond, Dallas hung up the phone in time for Jill to return to the booth, sporting black-framed glasses. “Sorry,” she said. “My contacts were killing me. I had to take them off.”
“You look good with glasses.” And she did—smart and sexy.
She released a short laugh. “Oh, yeah. You know the old saying about women in glasses never getting passes.”
“That old adage has never been in my verbal repertoire.”
Her eyes went wide with surprise. “Verbal repertoire? I’m impressed.”
He leaned forward and smiled. “I might look like a hayseed, but I don’t just climb on the backs of cantankerous bulls. I have a degree in business with a minor in marketing.”
“Really? I suppose that comes in handy with all those energy drink ads featuring your smiling face that I keep seeing everywhere.”
Hell, he didn’t like thinking about those, much less talking about them. “They made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
She opened the menu and turned her attention to the limited offerings. “I’m sure it helps pay the bills, like all the expenses involved in owning a private plane.”
At least she’d said it with a smile. “Yeah. That, and horses and entry fees.”
After setting the menu aside, she finally focused on him. “Those entry fees are pricey, especially for the cowboys just starting out. I don’t know how they manage the rodeo life and a family, like many of them do.”
He leaned back and sighed. “I learned a long time ago that a wife and kids and rodeos aren’t a good mix. I’ve seen a lot of relationship casualties over the past fifteen years.”
“I’m sure you have, and I assume that’s why you haven’t gone down that path.”
“You’d be right about that.” At least partially. Truth was, he’d never met anyone he’d wanted to settle down with, or anyone he’d be willing to give up the life for.
A young woman with a lopsided blond ponytail arrived at the table, set two glasses of water before them and hid a yawn behind her hand. “I’m so sorry. It’s been a long night. Someone didn’t show up for their shift so I pulled a double, which wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have class in four hours.”
“I remember those days,” Jill said. “I use to wait tables in college to avoid student loans.”
“You do what you have to do to make ends meet without borrowing money,” the sleepy young woman replied. “But times like these have me reconsidering.”
Jill sent her a sympathetic smile. “I hear you. But rest assured it will be worth it when you don’t have any debt after you get your degree.”
“I hope so. Are you folks ready to order?”
“I’ll just have some wheat toast and a glass of milk,” Jill answered. “And some honey if you have it.”
Houston frowned. “That’s it? Remember, I’m buying.”
“I’m a cheap date.” A faint blush colored Jill’s cheeks as she handed the menu to the waitress. “Not that we’re on a date. And I’m not cheap. I’m just not hungry.”
He chuckled. “Glad you clarified that,” he said as he regarded the now smiling server. “I’ll take the Western omelet with a side of pancakes and bacon. And if it’s not too much trouble—” he glanced at her name tag “—Ashley, just bring me a whole pot of coffee. I’m going to need it.”
The coed grinned. “No problem at all. I’ll have that out shortly.”
Jill took a sip of water and shifted slightly in the seat. “I hope I’m not boring you so badly that you need a whole pot of high-octane caffeine to stay awake.”
Not hardly. He didn’t find anything boring about her mouth or her eyes or the way she rimmed the top of her glass with one fingertip. He sure as heck didn’t see anything boring about the slightly dirty thoughts that little gesture brought about. “You’re not boring me at all. I’ve learned a lot about you in a short amount time.”
She rested her elbow on the table and supported her cheek with her palm. “Such as?”
“You don’t like nicknames. You don’t eat enough to feed a parakeet. And you worked your way through college waiting tables, although I have a hard time picturing you slinging hash in a greasy spoon.”
She straightened and smiled. “Who said I worked in a diner?”
“I just assumed—”
“Assumptions aren’t always accurate. Actually, I was a cocktail waitress in a casino.”
He wouldn’t have guessed that in a million years. “Where?”
“Vegas,
