know that,” she said. “Don’t apologize for your condition. You can’t help it. Just try to get well as quickly as you can.”
The two of them crossed the rough ground of the yard and climbed onto the porch. There Nevada turned to look at the view. The house was facing south and some distance over on the next mountain ridge she could spot the top of the main ranch house. Between here and there was nothing but forested mountains.
“This is beautiful,” she said with quiet awe.
Linc looked at her, faintly surprised by the sincerity in her voice. “Yeah, but give yourself a few days and you’ll be screaming to see town again.”
She flashed him a glance. “How could you predict that? You don’t even know me.”
“Women can’t stand the isolation.”
Obviously Linc Ketchum wasn’t just down on being incapacitated, he was also down on women for some reason that Nevada would very much like to know.
“Excuse me, but Victoria lived her whole life on this ranch until she went to med school and married Jess.”
He waved away her words. “Victoria is different. She’s a ranch girl, a cowgirl.”
Nevada wanted to ask him what he thought she was, but she didn’t bother. Now wasn’t the time to try to dig into him. If she was going to be able to make it through the next two or three weeks, she needed to keep peace with the man.
“Well, don’t worry about me getting cabin fever. I’m sure you’ll keep me entertained,” she said, then turning to the door, she opened it and stepped inside.
Linc quickly followed her into the small foyer and then into the long living room until she stopped abruptly and stared all around her.
“Oh! This is lovely. This looks almost like the big ranch house. Only smaller.”
The room had off-white walls and a high ceiling crossed with heavy oak beams stained a deep brown. The floor was covered with a shiny brown-and-beige tile and a good portion of the north wall was built of plate glass. The landscape past the window was breathtaking and framed the peaks of the distant San Juan Mountains, which, in spite of it being midsummer, still hung on to their caps of snow.
“You sound surprised,” Linc said as he watched her drop her bags and walk slowly around the room. “What were you expecting?”
She shot him a frank glance. “Nothing like this. Victoria told me this was just a small ranch house that they leased to any of the ranch hands who had a family and were in need of housing.”
“She told you right.”
“Goodness! This is so—beautiful!” Continuing her walk around the room, she inspected the leather furniture, the Western photos and paintings on the walls and the wagon wheel that dropped from the center beam in the ceiling. The wooden wheel was circled with lights that were fashioned in the shape of old-time lanterns.
The fact that she was so taken with the house both surprised and pleased Linc. He hadn’t expected such a reaction from her. To look at her, she seemed like the modern-apartment type.
“I’m sure it seems dated and stuffy to you.”
“Not at all,” she said as she headed toward an opening that looked as though it would lead to the kitchen area.
Linc followed her into the kitchen to a pine table and benches located near another wide window. From here Nevada could look down upon the ranch. From this angle, looking left, she could see a meadow filled with black Angus cattle and the sparkling ribbon that was the Animas River.
“Where do you live?” Linc wanted to know.
She glanced away from the window and over to him. He was standing only a couple of feet away from her and she picked up the faint masculine scent of his body. An inward shiver raced through her as she looked at him, and she hoped the reaction wasn’t showing on her face. The last thing she needed was for this man to think she was attracted to him.
Which she wasn’t. She couldn’t be. He was a patient. “In Aztec. In an apartment.” She grinned wryly. “My kitchen view is of an alleyway. The only good thing about it is that I get to see an assortment of stray cats hunting through the garbage cans.”
“Hmmph. I’ll bet you’re the kind of woman who pours feed out for them.”
She laughed guiltily. “Well, I am soft-hearted when it comes to animals,” she admitted. “And I’d never let one go hungry for any reason.”
“You like animals?” he asked.
Once again he sounded surprised and Nevada wondered where he’d formed his opinions about women.
“Very much. In fact when I first started college I had plans to become a veterinarian. But then a close friend of mine became seriously ill and I decided that maybe I was meant to help people get well.”
“Did you help your friend?”
Shaking her head, Nevada turned away from him. He didn’t need to see any sort of sadness or woe on her face. Not now. Linc Ketchum needed to see bright skies ahead and she was determined to show them to him. “No. She died. And that only reinforced my resolve to stay in medicine.” Turning she smiled at him. “But that’s in the past. And right now I think I’d better go carry in the rest of my things and get settled in.”
She turned and walked out of the kitchen and Linc found himself wanting to follow her, talk to her, if for no other reason than to hear her voice. Which didn’t make one iota of sense to him.
Linc didn’t talk to women just for the sake of making conversation. Sure there were women who came to the T Bar K looking to buy a horse or colt or have a mare bred by one of the ranch’s champion stallions. And Linc didn’t have any problems dealing with them. But as far as his personal life went, he’d always made it a policy to steer clear of women.
It wasn’t that he disliked the opposite sex. To Linc, women were pretty much like the horses he tended. Most of them were very beautiful, but they were also high-strung and unpredictable. If he ever let his guard down around one, even the sweet-natured ones, he was taking a big risk of getting hurt, and hurt badly. So he stayed alert and safe around his horses and the women he happened to come in contact with.
The front door opened and closed for a second time and he realized Nevada had already returned to the house. He quickly left the kitchen and walked out to the living room to see her hefting three more bags.
“If you’ll show me where I’ll be sleeping, I’ll get these things out of the way,” she told him.
As he walked across the long room to join her, he thought about having her sleep in the small upstairs bedroom. The farther he could put her away from him, the better he’d feel. And the room did have a pretty view and a nice set of oak bedroom furniture. But it would be mean of him to make her climb the stairs with all those things. So he motioned for her to follow him down a long wide hall that was covered with more tile.
Halfway down the corridor, he motioned to their left. “There’s two rooms here that are pretty much the same. Take your pick. It doesn’t matter to me,” he lied.
Her
