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“You weren’t my doctor, but I noticed you.”
Brady smiled; there was that dimple again. “I secretly hoped that you noticed me, too. But I get it. There are so many patients, we become a number.”
“You certainly weren’t a number.” Sheila took the wounded bull rider’s hand. She braved a look into his eyes.
Suddenly she rose, pulling away from him. “What am I doing?”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you that.”
Sheila shook her head. “You understand that nothing can ever happen between us? It would cost me my job. Nobody is worth that sacrifice.”
“Relax, Doc.” Brady shrugged. “It was just a harmless flirtation. It won’t happen again.”
“Good.” His admission was oddly reassuring and uncomfortable at the same time. “I’m going to finish my rounds and then I’ll be back to see you.”
Brady winked. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”
Sheila shouldn’t have read anything into his reply, but the undercurrent was undeniable. No man had ever had the ability to ruin her, but if she wasn’t careful, this one just might.
A Bull Rider’s Pride
Amanda Renee
AMANDA RENEE was raised in the Northeast and now wriggles her toes in the warm sand of coastal South Carolina. Her career began when she was discovered through Mills & Boon’s So You Think You Can Write contest. When not creating stories about love and laughter, she enjoys the company of her schnoodle, Duffy, camping, playing guitar and piano, photography and anything involving horses. You can visit her at www.amandarenee.com.
For Dad
Thank you for always supporting me.
I love you.
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The roar of the crowd faded as he sailed through the air. Gravity defying seconds morphed into an eternity until he struck the dirt with a resounding thud. A frenzy of blurred images danced before him in the deafening silence. He scrambled to his knees, searching for the safety of the arena fence. Muted shouts began to seep through the murkiness. Adrenaline triumphed over the growing ache that tore through his left leg. Then darkness overshadowed him. Once more, he was plucked effortlessly from the ground like a twig in a summer twister. The bull’s head slammed into his spine—the sudden blow burning his lungs.
His arms desperately clawed for something to hold on to as the bull violently swung his head from side to side, but he found only the beast beneath him. With each twist and snort, the animal stole another breath from his body. And then nothing.
No sound.
No pain.
His world slipped away with a single thought... Gunner.
“I’ll never understand what motivates someone to climb on top of a one-ton animal hell-bent to drive them into the ground.” Orthopedic surgeon Dr. Sheila Lindstrom reviewed Brady Sawyer’s chart one final time before she headed down the hall to give him the news he’d been waiting two months to hear.
“Bull riders are nothing more than stubborn cowboys looking for an adrenaline fix,” Marissa Sloane said. The junior orthopedic surgical resident assigned to Sheila’s service at Grace General Hospital tossed her coffee
