“Have some coffee,” Austin said in an easy drawl that brought back all sorts of sensory memories, all of which were purely physical. “There’s no hurry now, is there?”
Garrett glanced back at his brother, and something passed between them, though Paige had no idea what.
“All right,” Paige said.
Austin moved to the coffeemaker, filled a mug, brought it to Paige. His hair was a mess. His chest was bare. His sweatpants were in disreputable shape.
And just looking at him made Paige wish she were lying flat on her back in his bed, instead of standing in a kitchen awash in morning light.
“Thanks,” she said out loud, taking the mug he offered.
“Guess I’d better throw on some clothes,” he said without the least trace of self-consciousness in either his tone or his manner. “As Dad always said, we’re burnin’ daylight.”
Paige didn’t respond. She couldn’t have responded, because her throat had closed.
With a nod, Austin left, heading up his set of stairs, the dog trotting behind him.
Garrett stood up again, gestured for Paige to take a seat.
She slumped onto the bench, curled both hands around the mug.
Garrett sank back into his chair. “Are you all right?” he asked.
Paige, realizing that she’d clenched her eyes shut, opened them and drummed up a smile. “Yes,” she said. “But Julie was counting on me to look after Calvin and I overslept and—”
“Calvin is fine,” Garrett said, covering her hand with his very briefly.
Paige sighed, and with the outward thrust of her breath, her shoulders relaxed. She felt the familiar rush of love for her only nephew; she could not have loved Calvin more if he’d been her own child.
Garrett cleared his throat subtly, and glanced toward the stairs Austin and Shep had mounted only moments before.
“Tate and I were wondering...” he began. But then his voice fell away, and he looked strangely shy for a man whose self-confidence seemed to rise from the cellular level.
“What?” she asked. God knew it had complicated her life when Libby and Tate had fallen in love and, soon after that, Garrett and Julie. Austin was their brother; it would, of course, be almost impossible to avoid coming into contact with him on a fairly regular basis.
Still, Paige liked her future brothers-in-law, and she was certainly glad they were making her sisters so happy.
Garrett scooted his chair in a little closer to the table. Lowered his voice, even though Austin was nowhere in sight and couldn’t possibly have overheard.
“Julie says you’re between jobs right now,” he ventured carefully.
Paige felt a brief sting of embarrassment; she’d worked since high school and being unemployed was new to her. Fortunately, the feeling passed quickly.
“I guess you could say that,” she said with a little smile. If Julie had confided that her sister was “between jobs,” she’d explained the circumstances, too, but Paige saw no reason to point that out. “I was supposed to replace one of the nurses at Blue River Clinic—Alice was planning on enlisting in the Navy. There was some kind of hitch, though, and it will be another few months before she starts her training.”
The expression in Garrett’s McKettrick-blue eyes was kind.
He and Tate, Paige realized with a start, would be the brothers she’d never had. They had already accepted her as part of the family, and they would look out for her, if only because they loved her sisters.
Her throat ached with an emotion she was glad she didn’t have to define, because there were no words for it.
Garrett gave her a few moments to recover before he tried to continue. He said his younger brother’s name, hoarsely, and then faltered.
“Go on,” Paige said very quietly.
“Austin—needs help. He’s never going to admit that, though.”
Paige nodded, waited. She knew Austin better than most people did, and nothing Garrett had said so far surprised her.
Garrett sighed again, thrust a hand through his dark-blond hair. “We—Tate and I, that is—think there ought to be somebody around to sort of keep an eye on Austin when none of us are around, just in case—”
She didn’t speak, hoping the conclusion she’d just jumped to was wrong.
“Austin needs a nurse,” Garrett finally said, and his tone was decisive.
“A nurse,” Paige repeated dully. “Garrett, tell me you’re not suggesting that I—”
Garrett merely smiled and raised one eyebrow ever so slightly.
Paige swallowed. “Don’t you think that would be a little—well—awkward?”
“Awkward?” Garrett, the skilled political spin doctor, was probably playing her, but he sure sounded confused. “It’s not as if you would have to bathe him or anything intimate like that.”
She met his gaze and held it. “What is Austin’s diagnosis, exactly?”
“He has a herniated disc,” Garrett answered, his tone genuinely grave now.
“Will he need surgery?” The question was rhetorical; Paige was thinking out loud. Processing the implications of an injury all too common to athletes, no matter what their sport.
Garrett rubbed his attractively stubbled chin with one hand as he considered his answer. “That depends,” he finally replied. “If he stays away from the rodeo, gives himself a chance to heal, there’s a good chance he can avoid having an operation.”
Paige felt faintly sick to her stomach. “You don’t think Austin will actually go along with the idea, do you? I mean, he and I are making an effort to get along—for obvious reasons—but things are still pretty rocky—”
“Tate and I aren’t planning on giving Austin a choice in the matter,” Garrett said firmly.
“And you want me to...babysit.”
A slow grin settled over Garrett’s sensual mouth. “That’s about the size of it,” he said with a little nod.
“There are a lot of private nurses in the world,” Paige said. “Why me?”
Austin could be heard at the top of the stairs, talking to the dog.
Paige lowered her voice and added, “You know I infuriate him.”
Garrett folded his arms, and if they’d been playing poker, Paige would have thrown in any hand short of a royal flush when she saw the flicker of triumph in his eyes. He leaned in and said in a stage whisper, “That’s the idea. We’d make
