she thought. Acting like a know-it-all. He wasn’t here in the backseat with the baby blowing out his eardrums. “Where did you get your degree, Dr. Laredo?”
“Same place you learned to be a shrew—no, wait, you just came by that naturally, didn’t you?”
Okay, she’d had enough, Cassidy thought. “Stop the truck,” she ordered.
Thinking that something was seriously wrong, Will did as she asked. His thoughts immediately zeroed in on the baby.
“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked, twisting in his seat.
They were right on the outskirts of Forever. The clinic wasn’t all that far off. Rain or no rain, she could walk from here.
Cassidy began to undo her seat belt. “I can’t listen to you blathering on like this. I can walk to the clinic from here.”
Biting off a curse, Will started the vehicle again. Gravity had Cassidy falling back in her seat. Because she’d inadvertently squeezed him, the baby was wailing even harder than he had been before.
“Damn you, Laredo,” she cried. “What the hell do you thinking you’re doing now?”
“Driving a crazy woman and the baby she’s holding to the clinic,” he bit out. “Now shut up and hold on.”
She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking that she was obeying, but by the same token, she didn’t want to get into another fight with him when he was this angry already. So she did as he told her.
She really didn’t have any other choice.
Cassidy remained in the truck and counted off the minutes in her head until they reached the clinic.
Rather than park the truck in the lot—which was the emptiest he could remember ever seeing it since he’d returned to Forever—Will parked directly in front of the medical clinic’s front door.
Just in time, he judged.
Daniel Davenport, the doctor who had reopened the clinic when he’d arrived in Forever several years ago, was just locking up.
“Hey, Doc,” Will called out, raising his voice in order to be heard above the crying baby and the howling wind. “Got time for one more?”
Dan turned. For the first time since he’d begun to run the clinic, the facility was entirely empty. He’d sent his partner and the two nurses who worked with them home over half an hour ago. Just in case someone did come by, he’d hung back, giving it another half hour.
Thirty minutes had come and gone. He wanted to get home to his family. Dan figured there was no point in waiting any longer. But obviously there was, he thought, looking from the man who’d just called out to him to the young woman who was emerging out of Will’s somewhat battered truck holding what appeared to be an infant in her arms.
Dan caught himself thinking that they were as unlikely a couple as he had ever seen. For the most part, Dan was oblivious to most of the gossip and the personal details that made the rounds at gathering places like Miss Joan’s Diner and Murphy’s Saloon. His attention was exclusively focused on helping and healing the people who sought him out at the clinic.
But even he knew that whenever the newly returned Will Laredo and Cassidy McCullough were within spitting distance of each other, they usually did. Neither could keep their temper holstered, especially not Cassidy.
His eyes narrowed slightly as they focused on the smallest player in this group. There was no way in God’s green earth that baby was theirs.
“Caught me just in time,” Dan said, addressing Will as he unlocked the door he had just locked. Pocketing the key, Dan pushed the door opened with the flat of his hand. “I take it that ‘one more’ you’re referring to is the baby?”
“It is,” Will answered.
“Where did you find it?” Dan asked, ushering in the trio. He didn’t waste time asking if the infant belonged to either one of them. He knew it couldn’t.
“Bobbing up and down in the creek, except it was more like a rushing river at the time,” Cassidy told him.
Once inside, she pushed back her wet hair and turned to face the doctor. “I’m thinking of calling him Moses,” she quipped, looking down at the squalling baby, “since I pulled him out of the river.”
“More like out of a rubber tub in the river,” Will corrected.
“Okay, maybe you think we should call him Rubber Ducky,” Cassidy retorted sarcastically, turning to glare at Will.
“Back up. The baby was in a rubber tub?” Dan questioned, looking from one to the other, waiting for enlightenment.
Cassidy nodded. “It was probably the only floatation device his mother—”
“Or father—” Will pointedly interjected. Although he had enjoyed neither, he knew by watching the McCulloughs that parental feelings were not the exclusive domain of the female population.
Cassidy ignored him and continued with her narrative “—could find. It was obvious that she was trying to save him.”
“Then you didn’t find either of the baby’s parents?” Dan asked, again looking from Cassidy to Will for an answer.
Cassidy shook her head. “I just saw the baby—and almost missed seeing him at first. He was in the middle of the rushing water, crying.” She winced as a particularly loud cry pierced the air right next to her ear. “Kind of like he is now. Could you check him out, please?” She held out the infant to Dan. “See if there’s something wrong with him. I’ll pay for it,” she quickly added, not wanting the doctor to think that just because the baby wasn’t related to her that she expected him to do the examination for free.
“I’ll take care of it, Doc,” Will assured him. Finances were tight, thanks to what he’d found himself walking into when he took over his father’s ranch, but he still had a little cash to work with if he did some artful juggling.
“I’m not worried about that right now,” Dan told both of them.
When he’d first arrived to reopen the clinic in Forever, Dan had viewed it as a temporary assignment until another doctor could be found to take over the practice on a more permanent basis. But even then, monetary compensation had never been his goal.
What he hadn’t counted on was the emotional rewards that went along with this job.
“While I’m giving this little guy the once-over, one of you should call the sheriff and tell him about what happened,” Dan suggested. “Could be his parents are stranded somewhere right now and need some rescuing themselves.”
Will’s eyes shifted toward Cassidy, and she could hear the question as if he’d said it out loud.
“I didn’t see anyone. That doesn’t mean they weren’t there,” she admitted, then frowned. “But it could also mean that they could be dead.” Cassidy thought for a moment. “Last really bad flash flood we had, Warren Brady’s nephew pulled his car up on the side of the road and got caught in it before he even knew what was happening. He was gone before
