One Night with a Red-Hot Rancher: Tough to Tame / Carrying the Rancher's Heir / One Dance with the Cowboy. Diana Palmer
“I’m applying for a job, too,” Bentley said.
“I thought you might need an extra vet.” He
smiled. “Who are you?” Kate asked, surprised. “He’s my ex-boss,” Cappie muttered. “You’re Dr. Rydel?” Kate exclaimed. “But
you have your own practice in Jacobsville!” “I do, but if Cappie moves here, I move here,” he said stubbornly.
“We might move here, too,” Rourke interrupted. “I can interview for a job here, too. I can type.”
“Liar,” Chet said. “He can’t type.”
“I can learn!”
“All you know how to do is shoot people,” Chet scoffed.
“Sir, it’s illegal to carry a concealed weapon,” Kate began nervously.
Rourke gave her his most charming smile. “I’m a professional bodyguard, and I have a permit. If you’d like to see it, I’ll take you to this lovely little French bistro downtown and you can look at it while we eat.”
Kate stared at him as if he’d grown horns.
“There’s a guy stalking her,” Chet told her. “We’re going to catch him if he tries anything and turn him over to local law enforcement.”
“Stalking you?” Kate stammered.
Cappie glared at the two men. “Thank you so much for making me an employment liability!”
Rourke made her a bow. Chet just glowered. Bentley beamed.
“I don’t mind employing you. Not one bit,” Bentley said. “These two can work for the groomer and we’ll protect you.”
“I’m not grooming anything,” Chet told him bluntly.
“Okay. Then you can deal with surly clients,” Bentley compromised.
Chet gave him an appreciative look.
“Actually I know how to groom things,” Rourke said. “I once shaved a monkey.”
Cappie hit him.
“There you are!” Brenda exclaimed, coming out of the back in a green-and-blue polka-dotted lab coat. “I talked to Dr. Lammers, but he said we’ve already got more part-timers than we can spare. I’m so sorry,” she added miserably.
“What’s your address?” Bentley asked. “I’ll send you flowers.”
“I thought you wanted to marry her,” Chet pointed at Cappie.
Brenda’s eyes widened. “Who are you?” she asked the dark-eyed man.
“I’m a hired…”
“…assassin,” Rourke finished for him.
“I don’t kill people, I just shoot them!” Chet growled.
“I only wound them,” Rourke added. “Are we going back to Jacobsville, then?”
“Who are these men?” Brenda asked again.
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