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Val’s announcement appeared in the morning newspaper, and the phone at the Animal Hospital started ringing before she even opened the place for business. When she walked into her office there were messages on her answering machine, and she pushed the Play button to hear them.

“Dr. Fairchild, this is Ruth Machler. I’m so pleased you’re feeling better. I’m sure you recall my little dog, Spotty. He’s fine right now and doesn’t need an appointment, but I just had to let you know how relieved I am to hear you’re all right.”

“Good morning, Valerie. This is Harry Lund. So glad you’re in good health again. My family and I prayed for you all during your ordeal. Valerie, I was going to drive Pumpkin to Whitehorn to have her teeth cleaned, but I would much rather bring her to you. I’d like to make an appointment for tomorrow, if possible. Please let me know.”

“Hello, Doc. My heavens but I was delighted to read that announcement in the paper this morning. I, and many of my friends, were so worried about you. I can’t begin to describe how thrilled we all are that you beat that dreadful illness and are back to work full-time.”

The messages went on and on, almost every one of them conveying worry for her health and gladness that she was well again. The kindness and consideration of the community—some who left messages weren’t customers—stunned Valerie. She sat at her desk in amazement while the messages played one after another.

Jim walked in and realized what was going on. He sat down and listened, and after the machine switched off, he smiled. “Sounds like Rumor loves you, Doc.”

Before Val could reply to his remark, the telephone rang. She reached for it but didn’t pick it up immediately. “I…I’m truly touched, Jim,” she said with a catch in her voice.

He nodded and got to his feet. “The dogs and cats are fed. I’m going to clean out the kennels now. Is there anything special you want done this morning?”

“Not that I can think of. Thanks, Jim. Catch you later.” She picked up the phone and said, “Animal Hospital.”

It was a busy, stimulating day. People dropped in with their pets, some without a pet. Val felt very much as she had during those quite enjoyable years when she’d been as close to genuine happiness as she’d ever expected to get. She hadn’t asked a lot out of life for a very long time; working with animals, and having her own home and veterinary practice, had been enough. And it had never occurred to her that something might be missing in her day-to-day existence.

Now she wondered about that, although she wasn’t at all thrilled with the notion that a silly, certainly unsolicited message about sweet talk on a florist’s card could actually make her rethink all that she’d made of her life. She did know, however, that an element she’d never expected to intrude upon her peace of mind was now doing exactly that. Behind conversations, tasks, almost every single thing that took place all day, lay the knowledge that instead of throwing that ridiculous little card in the trash last night, she had buried it under some filmy garments in a drawer of lingerie in her bedroom. Why hadn’t she stuck the damn card in a drawer of sweaters?

Around three that afternoon her strength gave out. Exhausted, she asked Jim to please take over; she had to go to the house and lie down for a few minutes.

He agreed at once, of course, and Val told him to call the house should an emergency arise that required professional attention. Again he agreed, then he watched her leave with a concerned and caring frown on his weathered face. Val had become like a daughter to him and Estelle. The two of them had talked about their mutual affection for Valerie Fairchild many times. They liked Jinni, as well, but Jinni could take care of herself. There was something about Val that tugged at their heartstrings. She had never explained her past to them, but they felt certain something bad had happened to cause that bleak look to appear in her beautiful eyes every so often.

They had each seen it, discussed it, surmised all sorts of scenarios and worried themselves half to death over it. But they really knew nothing concrete about Val’s past, and they didn’t let themselves count on knowing more in the future, as their dear Val was a very private woman.

Heaving a sigh, Jim left to get some work done.

Val walked from the clinic to her house and went in through the back door. Estelle had left early; she had done so much in the house yesterday there’d been no reason for her to stay today. Val went directly to her bedroom, took off her shoes and fell across her bed. She was truly done in, and she closed her eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief just because it felt so good to be lying down.

Then she thought of Reed’s card again, and her eyes flew open. Something told her that when he’d decided to deliver the flowers himself, he hadn’t realized that the card he’d written earlier was attached to the bouquet. It hadn’t been in plain sight, or Estelle would have seen it. Since her sharp eyes hadn’t spotted it, it seemed sensible to conclude that neither had Reed’s.

Val realized that she was thinking of that man by his first name. He had succeeded in burrowing into her psyche deeply enough to make himself a real person to her, a real male person!

She groaned, got off of the bed and went to her lingerie drawer, where she pulled out the card, stared daggers at it for a moment, then stuck it in the bottom drawer of the dresser, underneath some old sweatpants and tops. That damn card didn’t belong next to her panties, bras or pretty nightgowns. She really should rip it to pieces and toss it in the trash.

But she didn’t. She returned to the bed, lay down again and did her best not to think of that discomfiting card or of the man who had written it.

She wasn’t very successful. It had been ages since she’d dwelled on a man’s looks, but in her wild and woolly youth she had always been drawn to men with dark hair. Not too many of them had had green eyes, though. Black hair and green eyes…and a handsome face and a remarkable, trim body and long legs and a terrific smile and…

“Damn it, that’s enough!” she shouted, glad that she was alone in the house so she could shout. She was not attracted to Reed Kingsley. She wasn’t! He’d just better stay away from her or she was apt to lose her temper and embarrass both of them.

Besides, there had to be something wrong with a man who didn’t comprehend blatant hints. How rude would she have to be before he finally figured out she wasn’t interested and gave up for good?

On Friday afternoon Jinni came barreling into Val’s office wearing a new designer outfit and a smile as big as all outdoors. Val got out of her chair and hurried around her desk. They hugged and Jinni delivered a big smooch to her sister’s cheek.

“It’s so good to see you. Mind you, I didn’t miss you—much—while Max and I were in California. Hardly had time to think of anything but Max, and I guess I shouldn’t apologize for that, should I? Poor Max had Guy on his mind a lot, but I expected that. The Cantrells are terribly torn up over Guy having been arrested for murder, and who can blame them? They all believe he’s completely innocent, you know.

“Oh, Val, you really must give yourself a treat sometime and go to that resort Max took me to. It’s truly fabulous…as posh as any resort I’ve ever visited. What a honeymoon! Every woman should be so lucky. Val, you look a bit peaked. Are you all right?”

“Heavens, you can talk fast when you want to. I’m fine, and I don’t want you hovering and worrying because I look peaked, which I don’t.”

“Oh, really? I think I know if you look peaked or not, and you look peaked. What’ve you been doing, working day and night in this place?”

“I have not been overdoing it, Jinni. Ask Jim, if you don’t believe me.”

“All right, I believe you. But you could use a few pounds and some color in those cheeks. And I want a straight answer to one question. Are you still having those weak spells?”

“Only once in a while. They’re going away, just as the doctor said they would. Sit down and tell me about your honeymoon.”

“I can’t today. I have a ton of luggage to unpack…we only got home an hour ago. But I promise to tell you everything—” Jinni grinned devilishly “—or almost everything next week. How about lunch on Monday?”

“Sounds wonderful. At the Rooftop Café? If this weather holds, we could eat outside.”

“The Rooftop it is. I’ll pick you up around one on Monday. Okay, I must be off. I just had to see you, if only for a minute.”

The sisters hugged again and Jinni left in a flurry of chatter and expensive perfume. Smiling to herself, very glad that her sister was back in Rumor, Val returned to her desk. Before the wedding, Jinni had told her that the honeymoon was going to be short and sweet; Max was too concerned with Guy’s situation to be away for very long. Val suspected that Jinni and Max were so much in love that their honeymoon would go on for a very long time right here in Rumor, and if there was any true happiness in her system these days, it was all for Jinni.

Val knew one thing for certain: Jinni could do all the talking during their lunch at the Rooftop Café on Monday. Val would enjoy hearing about California and Jinni’s honeymoon, and she was not going to talk about Reed Kingsley or his peskiness or that silly note. Jinni already knew everything else going on in her life, except for all the phone calls she’d received. Reed was the only controversial subject Val had to talk about, if she was so inclined. Which she wasn’t. She actually shuddered at the thought, as putting Jinni on that scent would only cause relentless torment. Jinni had stated clearly, more than once, that Val had lived a celibate existence for far too many years. Val didn’t want to hear it again, or even worse, discover to her chagrin that her sister had decided to play matchmaker.

Heaven help her if that should happen, Val thought with another shudder. When Jinni got on the trail of a cause she deemed worthwhile, she moved full steam ahead and got the job done.

So, no, Val would not be mentioning Reed Kingsley to her sister. Not at lunch on Monday, not ever.

Reed drove to Billings to have dinner with Derek Moore, Attorney-at-Law, an old college buddy. Derek was in Billings on business and had called Reed early Friday morning.

“I flew in late last night. I’ll be taking depositions all day and leaving tomorrow morning,” Derek said. “I should be through today by four, possibly five. How about meeting at the Grove around six? We’ll have a drink in the lounge, then dinner.”

Elated to hear from his old friend, Reed had agreed at once. “The Grove is a good choice. See you there.”

It would be great to see Derek. They would probably spend the entire evening laughing about old escapades.

When Reed walked into the Grove’s lounge and spotted his friend among the crowd, Derek got up from the small table he had commandeered. Friday night Happy Hour was in full swing, and the place was packed.

“Derek!” They shook hands, then gave each other a quick hug. “Man, it’s good seeing you,” Reed exclaimed as they sat down. “Other than a few phone calls, what’s it been, ten years?”

“Just about.”

“Well, you’re looking mighty prosperous,” Reed said, eyeing Derek’s custom-tailored suit.

“I was going to change, but I didn’t have time.” He waved a waiter over. “Name your poison, Reed.”

After the waiter had gone to get their drinks, Reed looked around. “I haven’t been in here for a while, and I didn’t think about it being Friday night. It’s busy.” He grinned. “And noisy.”

“We’ll survive. So, how’ve you been? Are you married yet?”

“Nope. Are you?”

“For four years now.” Derek pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. “The little girl is Merry, my six-month-old daughter, and the boy is Connor, my three-year-old son.” He flipped to another snapshot. “That’s my wife, Elaine.”

Something heavy invaded Reed’s system. He spoke quietly, seriously. “You have a beautiful family, Derek.”

“I sure do.” He looked at his wife’s photo a moment, then closed his wallet and returned it to his inside jacket pocket. “How come you’re still single? Wait, don’t tell me. You’re still changing girls like I change shirts.”

Reed cleared his throat. “I think I’ve heard something like that said about me before.”

“But you know I was only kidding, don’t you?”

“Yeah, so is everyone else. Derek, I think I might have finally met the right woman, but she won’t give me the time of day. I’ve pretty much given up on her.”

“Don’t.”

Their drinks were delivered, and after tapping their glasses together, they each took a swallow and set them down.

“Don’t what?” Reed asked, picking up the thread of their conversation. “Don’t notice that she can’t seem to stand the sight of me?”

“If I’d given up on Elaine, I’d be the sorriest bag of bones practicing law in the whole darn country,” Derek said. “She was a tough nut to crack, believe me. Independent as hell, full of idealistic notions about her public relations career, haughty as a queen looking down on her subjects and not one bit interested in a lovesick attorney. I came close to giving up on her two or three times, but she was just about all I could think of. I went to sleep at night thinking about her and woke up in the morning the same way. If this gal is anywhere close to that important to you, then don’t even consider calling it quits. Dust off your sense of humor and make her laugh, if nothing else works. Women like guys who make them laugh.”

“You’re some kind of expert on the subject now?” Reed said dryly.

“Sort of,” Derek answered with an amused glint in his dark eyes.

Their banter on the subject of women went back and forth, then it was time for dinner. That was when they discussed Derek’s law practice and Reed’s diverse interests. Derek was impressed that his old pal was Rumor’s fire chief, and he listened intently while Reed related the details of the summer’s destructive forest fire.

They lingered over coffee for hours and talked about everything that had happened to each of them from college graduation to the present. The dining room began closing at eleven, and Reed noticed Derek yawning.

“This has been great, Derek.” He got to his feet. “Any chance of your coming back to Billings anytime soon?”

“Who knows? If I do, I’ll let you know. Do you ever get to the East Coast?”

“Not for years.”

“Well, if you ever do…”

“I’ll let you know.”

Derek walked Reed out to his SUV. They shook hands and said goodbye. Reed drove away feeling nostalgic and quietly content. The evening had been great. Derek had matured, as Reed had. They still enjoyed the same kind of humor and thought alike on a variety of subjects.

But Derek was happily married, and Reed wasn’t even close. Dust off your sense of humor and make her laugh.

“Hmm,” Reed murmured, his eyes on the highway ahead. Maybe it was worth a try, even though Val didn’t strike him as a woman who laughed a lot. Of course, considering her recent health problems, she had damn good reason for not giggling at every little thing.

Truth was, though, Reed couldn’t recall ever having seen or heard her giggling. Nor could he imagine Dr. Valerie Fairchild doing any giggling. She wasn’t the giggling type. If and when she laughed, it would undoubtedly be a pleasant, throaty sound. He really would love to hear it.

And maybe he had an idea that would at least bring a smile to her beautiful lips.

Reed swallowed hard. He would rather kiss Val’s luscious lips than see a smile on them.

But first things first. Smiles were immeasurably valuable in a hundred ways and certainly crucial to a close relationship. If he could get her to smile, to laugh, then things might fall into place for them. It definitely was worth a try.

On Saturday morning Val and Jim were both busy. People and pets were coming and going, and Val was functioning as she used to, full speed ahead and enjoying her work. Things slowed down around noon, and she went to her office to eat the lunch that Estelle had brought over from the house.

Jim was dubious about his and Estelle’s plans to leave early, but Val reassured him. “I’m certain the rush is over. Thanks for being here on a weekend. In fact, I’m going to lock the doors behind you and enjoy my lunch. If anyone comes along this afternoon, they’ll have to ring the bell. It’s time I got some of that stacked-up paperwork done.”

After the Worths left, Val sat at her desk feeling relatively content. Lunch was good, and she looked through the pile of letters, trade journals and advertisements overflowing her In basket while she ate. Until the unknown cost of those delivered groceries from MonMart nagged at her. She pondered her options and grimaced at the idea of phoning MonMart and then talking to a dozen different people while they tried to pinpoint one particular grocery order and who had paid for it. If anyone had paid for it, actually. Maybe MonMart had some sort of slush fund for miscellaneous charitable expenses, she mused. It made a certain amount of sense, but she didn’t want to be considered a charity case, especially not when one considered the ridiculous circumstances that had caused her to leave behind her cartful of food.

In fact, it was such a distasteful idea that she quickly got out her checkbook and began writing a check. But what amount should she send MonMart? Food didn’t come cheap, and five large paper sacks had been delivered. Twenty dollars per sack? Twenty-five?

She decided on the higher figure, added on another twenty-five dollars to make sure, and wrote the check for 150.00. Intent on getting this done now that she’d made up her mind, she addressed an envelope, wrote a brief note explaining the check, and put both in the envelope. After stamping it, she took it and went outside to the mailbox on the curb in front of the Animal Hospital.

She was glad to have that behind her, and she’d just started up the walk to the clinic when a vehicle drove in and stopped in the customer parking area. It took only a second for her to recognize Reed Kingsley’s SUV, and another second for her heart to start pounding in a ridiculously female fashion.

She gritted her teeth. Getting silly over a man was not on her agenda. It was never going to be on her agenda, and maybe today was the day to tell Mr. Kingsley to stop wasting his time in plain language…very plain language.

She hurried inside and cursed her bad timing. If she hadn’t gone to the mailbox at the exact moment she had, then Kingsley would not have known she was on the premises. She could have ignored his arrival completely, for when someone rang the bell at either the dog or cat entrance, she could check on who was out there before letting him or her in.

Feeling strangely weak, she leaned against a wall and waited for one of the bells to ring. This weakness was nothing like those chemo-related spells, she realized, and she stood there in her white lab jacket and jeans and told herself that she was not weak in the knees because of a man.

But it was a lie, she knew, and she didn’t like it one damn bit.

The cat doorbell rang, and even though Val had been expecting the sound, it made her jump.

“You damn fool,” she muttered under her breath as she made her way to the door, unlocked and opened it. There, looking sober and serious, with nary a silly grin in sight, stood Reed Kingsley, dressed in great-looking jeans, boots, a royal-blue shirt and a dark leather vest. He was holding a cardboard box, from which came the unmistakable mews of very young kittens.

Val evolved from aggravated female to competent veterinarian. “Come in,” she said, and swung the door wide for Reed to enter.

He lowered the box a little so she could see its cargo. Val saw two tiny orange tabby kittens. “They’re less than two months old,” she said. “Whose are they? Where’s the mother?”

“They belonged to one of the ranch hands. Their mother disappeared—she was a barn cat—along with a third kitten, about a week ago. Rafe thinks she was in the process of moving her kits, carrying one in her mouth, and got caught by a coyote. They are always a danger to cats and small dogs.”

“Yes, they are. Well, what are you doing with them?”

“Rafe’s been bottle-feeding these two, but he’d just as soon get rid of them, and he’s adamant about not spending any money on shots or neutering or anything else that might cost a buck.”

“Yes, well, some people feel that way, especially about barn cats. Why did you bring them to me?”

“Because I’ve adopted them, and I’m more than willing to pay for whatever you can do that will guarantee their good health.”

“I can administer the recommended shots and procedures for young cats, but I can’t guarantee their good health. No one can do that.”

Reed thought of her personal fight for good health and felt a massive amount of admiration for her spunk. He was admiring her incredible eyes, as well, and her sensual mouth. She was an unusually pretty woman, and being this near to her was so pleasurable he wished he could take up residence right here in her animal clinic so he could see her all the time.

“You’re right, of course,” he said quietly, surprised that he could speak so softly when the sound of his heartbeat pumping blood through his veins was almost deafening. “But I would appreciate your examining them and making sure they’re healthy now.”

“Follow me.” Val walked off at a brisk pace, deeply unnerved over something he couldn’t have dreamed up. But maybe he had. Maybe he’d scoured the countryside for young kittens as an excuse to see her. Was his story about how he’d come by the two adorable kittens even remotely true? She didn’t trust Reed Kingsley, she decided again as she led him into an examining room. Why on earth would she?

Then again, the man seemed perfectly trustworthy. She might even like him as a person if he hadn’t been coming on so strong since…since— Good Lord, had all of this folderol started last spring at Joe’s Bar, when she dropped her quarters?

She sighed inwardly, put on an expressionless face and picked up one of the kittens. It was so small it fit into the palm of one hand, and since she adored kittens to begin with, her entire demeanor became softer from holding this one’s warm little body.

Still, she was a vet, and she began doing her job. “This one’s a male,” she said evenly, refusing to look directly at Kingsley, whose stare seemed to be boring holes through her skin. Could he be any more obvious?

“And this kitten is also male,” she said, after examining the second one. She weighed them and looked into their mouths and ears. “They both appear to be healthy.” She recited a list of the shots they should have to avoid illness. “And I highly recommend neutering. Adding to the unwanted pet population is terribly negligent. Also, if you intend for these babies to be house cats, then declawing is something you should consider. One guarantee I can give you is that they will rip curtains, furniture and anything else to shreds. Of course, if they’re going to be barn cats, then they should keep their claws for protection.”