commanded in a stern voice, “Nathan Rutledge, open your eyes this minute!”
She narrowed her eyes. Did he blink or had she?
Determined, she sank to her knees beside his bed. An idea hit her and she reached for Nathan’s hand, feeling the rough calluses on his hard palm. She glanced at Doc Williams. He was watching her intently if not with some amusement. Glancing back to Nathan, she called in a helpless voice, “Nathan, save me. Oh, save me, Nathan.”
His eyelashes drifted upward then closed again.
She looked at the doctor triumphantly. He smiled in return. Kate looked toward the closed door before lending an air of desperation to her voice. “Nathan, please help me. Help me, Nathan.”
Caught in the throes of her theatrics, she threw her head back dramatically before dropping it on the bed beside his pillow. She let out a puff of air. There. She’d given it all she had and the man still wouldn’t come out of his state. No one could say she hadn’t tried. Now maybe she could leave.
Kate leaned back onto her heels to look at Doc Williams. “Doc, I really don’t think this is going to work. Have you tried the smelling salts they used on me? I—”
She paused realizing the large hand in hers was squeezing back. Her eyes widened as she slowly turned to meet Nathan’s gaze. Eyes more golden than brown stared back at her as his dark brows lowered into a frown. His voice was strong and clear as he responded to her cries for help. “You said you didn’t want me, so why are you in my bedroom?”
She gasped, pulling her hands from his grasp.
He wasn’t finished. “And what do you need saving from this time? Honestly, I can’t seem to turn around without having to get you out of trouble.”
“Never mind,” she said as her gaze darted to the doctor whose lip twitched with suppressed laughter.
“Where am I?” he asked as he tried to sit up.
Doc stepped forward. “No sudden movements. That’s good. Lie back down. Now, tell me. Does your head hurt?”
Nathan grunted. “Yeah, it hurts.”
Kate slowly edged toward the door.
“How would you rate the pain?”
“Bad enough.”
“That’s to be expected since you were—” the doctor faltered as though trying to find the right words “—hit in the head by a horse about twenty minutes ago.”
Nathan looked at the doctor in surprise. “I’ve been out for twenty minutes?”
More than ready to leave, Kate used their distraction to sneak quietly out the door.
Nathan’s head pounded like the ground after a stampede. Actually, he felt as if he’d been the ground during a stampede, which wasn’t too far from the truth. He’d never felt as much panic as when he’d seen that horse barreling toward Kate. Thankfully, that panic had turned into action so he’d been able to keep Kate from getting injured.
Where did Kate go? he wondered, glancing toward the door. It sure had been nice to wake up finding his hand in hers with her wide blue eyes watching him in astonishment. He frowned. Why was it that he always ended up snapping at the woman?
His mother would be ashamed. Snapping at a person was never allowed no matter how irritable, tired or in pain someone was. Heaven forbid if that snapping was directed at the more delicate one of Adam’s ribs.
He wished the doctor would stop asking annoying questions and let him go. He’d only been awake a few minutes and he already had cabin fever.
The distinguished-looking doctor broke into his thought. “I’d like to observe you for a few days before I let you go.”
Nathan grimaced. “Do you have to?”
The doctor frowned thoughtfully. “Well, you certainly can’t be alone—someone will need to keep an eye on your condition. But I suppose I could tell Kate what signs to look for regarding the concussion.”
Nathan waited as hope began to rise within him. Surely Kate wouldn’t mind letting him stay in the barn a few days. The barn would be a much better place to rest than this tiny room in the doctor’s house where he’d be poked and prodded and bored. The farm would have something for him to do. He might have to sneak around to do it but there would be something, anyway.
Doc nodded at some unsaid thought. “I just might let you go with Kate. I’ll write down some instructions for caring for the wounds you have on your back and head. Make sure you show them to Kate. You’ll need her help to change the dressing.”
He frowned. “What type of wound did you say I have on my back?”
Doc didn’t look up from his tablet and continued to write as he said, “You have some heavy bruising and a laceration. I think the hoof must have scraped you on the way down. The cut is long but thin. I think it will heal without stitches, but you’ll have to be careful.”
Doc ripped the page from the tablet and handed it to Nathan. “Make sure you change the dressing every day. I’ll give you something to ward off infection but it won’t be effective unless you keep everything clean.”
“I’ll be careful,” Nathan promised as he tucked the paper into his right pocket. Now he only had to pray Kate would be like the Lord and extend mercy to help him in his time of need.
Two hours later Kate paused in the entrance of the barn, watching in disbelief as Nathan raked a pile of new hay into the stalls. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He froze, then looked up guiltily. “The stalls needed fresh hay and I was in the barn anyway …”
She took the rake from him. Holding it in front of her threateningly, she said, “You are supposed to be resting not pushing hay around my barn.”
“Yes, but—”
“Doc Williams gave me orders and I mean to follow them even if you won’t.”
He carefully took the rake from her as though afraid she’d wield it against him. Then leaning on it, he gave her a smooth half smile and drawled, “You get the prettiest little lilt of an accent when you’re angry. Irish, isn’t it?”
Kate narrowed her eyes. “Your charm doesn’t work on me, Nathan Rutledge, so you’d better get into the house before I resort to speaking Gaelic.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He tipped his Stetson with a rakish grin and started toward the house, then turned to face her with a curious glint in his eye. “Did you tell Doc we were married?”
“Actually, we aren’t really—” She stopped when he lifted a knowing brow. Instead, she settled for, “Ms. Lettie told him.”
“Ah,” he said as though enlightened. “Don’t think you’re stuck with me forever. When I get a chance, I’ll head back into town and see about the annulment.”
“Good.” She watched him exit the barn and go inside the house, and shook her head. “He’s an interesting
