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by Pamela Cougars

  Cassie laughed, “I’m lost too, it’s still my first week and I always get turned around somehow too.”

  A slender hand came up and flapped at the air, “I can’t believe this. I’m all for a little sadism but this is just plain mean.”

  Cassie blinked, “I’m sorry.”

  Her smile grew wider, “Sorry, just thinking out loud. I’m Linda, and I’m up on the eighth floor.”

  “Me too,” Cassie said, “I’m Mr. Marks assistant.”

  Linda nodded, “Ah, your office is just a few doors down from mine. Maybe we can find them if we work together. I hope so anyway since it’s three minutes until nine and my boss is a bear about punctuality.”

  They managed to get past the cubicles. The people in them never looked up and Cassie had already learned the hard way asking them for directions was useless. They pretty much knew where the breakrooms on each floor were, where their cubicle was, and how to get to the nearest exit. And nothing else.

  They finally found the correct elevator that would allow them access to the eighth floor and when they got in and the doors closed Linda said, “Well, at least we won’t be more than a minute late.”

  “No, thankfully.” Cassie was pretty sure she might be able to get by with being a touch late now and then all things considered but she didn’t want to be. She wanted to do her job well so she could advance, and she knew that while she might be able to get by with things like being late with Marks that wouldn’t fly with her next boss, and she didn’t want to start allowing herself such bad work habits.

  The elevator ground to a halt. The light blinked fitfully. Cassie stared at it, her mind going black.

  Linda said, “Oh my God, don’t you dare you stupid bucket of bolts.”

  Cassie had a sudden fantasy, her and Linda on the floor of the elevator, her lips pressed firmly to the flesh between Linda’s thighs and her fingers inside Linda’s tight and wet pussy. Heat suffused her face and juices filled her panties. The very vividness of the fantasy made her breathless.

  The elevator issued a low grumble and roar and then started moving upward again. Linda sighed with relief and said, “Boy, that was a close one.”

  “Yes, it was.” Cassie smiled.

  The doors opened and the clock on the wall showed exactly one minute to nine. She and Linda hurried down the hallway quickly, each trying to get to their office before the clock could mark them as late. As she opened the door to her office Linda said, “Well I guess I’ll see you around.”

  Cassie smiled and said, “I hope so,” and dashed toward the door of her office, opening it and sliding into her chair just as the clock’s hand ticked right onto the twelve and nine.

  Marks opened the door between their sides of the office and she said, “I have those files for you, Sir, “in a calm and neutral voice.

  She proffered them and he took them, nodded and said, “Thank you, Miss Wilson, what’s on my calendar for this afternoon?

  She began to recite through his day but her mind was busy with other things. She was pleased to note she no longer had any need to fantasize about him, and she was glad because it meant now she could get her work done far more easily. He thanked her and walked back into his office and Cassie leaned back and smiled, wondering what might have happened if that elevator had frozen with her and Linda inside.

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  Story 5

  Chapter One: Radio Static

  The hot Texas sun spilled over the beautiful blue sky as Sadie rode her Appaloosa stallion, Mist, across the flat terrain. She used a handkerchief to mop the sweat from her face, adjusted her Stetson, sat straighter in her saddle, and prayed that something, or someone would happen along her path to ease some of the uneasiness she felt. It always made her shoulders ache, that tenseness that never quite left her body. She was always on alert, always ready for the next accident or mishap to come her way. It wasn’t the best way to live, but she was well used to it by now.

  Just as she crested the small hill that barely passed as more than a mound she heard her radio chirp. Finally, she thought. “Dr. Hamilton?”

  “This is Sadie,” she responded.

  “Hey doc, we just got a call from the Deuces Ranch. Reece Jackson is having chest pains. His foreman said he wasn’t keen on having you called out, but he thought it was best under the circumstances.”

  “Do we have an up-to-date file on Mr. Jackson?”

  “No. He’s never been in to see you that I know of. His last file update was when Doc Watson was still the town doctor.”

  “Well that’d explain it,” Sadie muttered. “Alright, start a file on Mr. Jackson, I’ll pass on any information I can once I check on him. I’m not far from that homestead so I’ll just head over on Mist.”

  “Copy,” Stacey said and then the radio went eerily silent again. Sadie nudged Mist into a gallop letting her hat fall back as the wind kissed her face. She thought back on Doctor Watson. He’d been elderly when she’d worked with him as a teenager. He’d nurtured her love of doctoring and encouraged her to finish her medical schooling, even footing her last two years when her finances dried up. He’d said the town needed a good doctor and made her promise to come back and take over his practice. She’d agreed and they’d made the transition seamlessly nearly five years ago. If Reece Jackson hadn’t had a checkup in five years she was thankful all he had was chest pains. Still, it wasn’t anything to sneeze at. Chest pains could be caused by any number of things, especially a heart attack.

  Pulling up to the ranch, Sadie slowed her mount and tied him to the nearest post. Giving his neck an affectionate rub, she grabbed her medical bag and headed up to the porch. Before she could knock on the door, a short, stocky, Mexican opened it. “Hello. I’m looking for Mr. Jackson?”

  “Si,” the man smiled. “He is right this way.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Are you the foreman for this ranch?”

  “Si,” the man smiled again. Sadie did a quick sweep of the beautifully decorated foyer. Its huge oak wood beams glistened and spoke of the craftsmanship that went into building the large main house. Apparently Mr. Jackson had invested considerably in this home. Either that or the person he bought it from had done so.

  Sitting on a sofa with his caramel colored hair spilling through his fingers sat Mr. Reece Jackson. His black, long-sleeved shirt pulled at the seams and stretched tight over a broad back and well-sculpted biceps. Next to him on the couch sat his white Stetson hat and a calico colored cat. A beautiful Eurasier with his own caramel colored coat lay at the man’s feet.

  ***

  Reece had heard the call go out for the doctor. No matter that he’d said not to call her. He’d thought seriously about firing Ignacio, but didn’t have the heart. The man had worked for him for the last seven years after all. Even if he was just relying on the man’s loyalty it’d be enough to secure his job.

  “Mr. Jackson?” came the woman’s smooth voice. Reece was no stranger to Sadie Hamilton’s charms. She didn’t flaunt them outright, but the woman had them in spades. Everything about her was made to lure, even if she wasn’t trying. The trouble with women like Sadie was that a man couldn’t tell when they were trying and when they weren’t. Of course it didn’t matter to him much, not with Sarah so recently departed from his life. Even if it’d been his choice, her decision to leave still would have burned a bit. The fact that she’d spread vicious rumors around town about him wasn’t helping the issue either. She called his name again and Reece sighed.

  Looking up into stormy gray eyes, Reece wondered if they matched her attitude, or if the attitude made her eyes change on at her whim. “I understand you’ve been having che
st pains. Would you mind if I gave you a checkup and asked some questions about what caused your pains to start?”

  “I won’t hear the end of it until you do so I might as well give my consent.”

  She didn’t flinch at his gruff answer, something Reece had come to expect of the fairer sex. The only women he ever came into contact with were always primping, always worried about their hair or how their face looked. From the look of Sadie Hamilton today, and most days come to think of it, she couldn’t have given a rat’s ass what anyone thought.

  “You’ve been out riding,” Reece said when she stepped close enough for him to smell her. The mixture of horse and woman was about as exotic and intoxicating as smells came. The horse he was used to, the woman, well, she didn’t smell much like the women he was used to. Perhaps that’s why he found himself grinning like a loon. “I heard Ignacio, my foreman, mention your Appaloosa. He says it’s a beautiful animal.”

  “Mist belonged to Doctor Watson. I bought him as part of my practice when I took over his duties in the town. No, back to you. Ignacio says that your chest pains started while you were feeding the livestock?”

  “I was lifting the bags of feed down from the loft. The first pang was quick and sharp, but eventually subsided. It was when they didn’t go away that I knew something was different, off.”

  Sadie finished his vitals, wrote them down for his chart, and smiled. “The good news is that it’s not a heart attack. You, Mr. Jackson, have a severe case of acid reflux. I’m going to prescribe a daily acid reducer and recommend you look into changing your diet a little. Even just tweaking it a little can help considerably. A shot of milk can also help if the acid causes heart burn.”

  “Are you laughing?” Reece ground out as the pain radiated along his ribs.

  “No,” Sadie chuckled. “I’m sorry. I’m usually more controlled than this. It’s just…you look so pitiful and your men were so worried. I’m actually glad you have someone out here that cares enough to disobey you.”

  “Yeah well, I’m thinking about giving him away.”

  “Keep him, he’s worth it.”

  ***

  Sadie wrote out the prescription and handed it to Reece who was now standing and walking around slowly. Some color had returned to his cheeks, although Sadie couldn’t tell if it was because he felt better or because he was embarrassed.

  “One a day in the morning preferably. You should be right as rain.”

  “How much do I owe you, doc?” he asked. She’d seen some hunky men in her time, but none quite as handsome as Reece Jackson. That boyish smile, when added to his gorgeous hair and shockingly blue eyes was enough to have any woman swooning. She wasn’t immune to his obvious good looks just because of her profession.

  “I’ll send you a bill once I get back to my office,” Sadie smiled. “I’ll also expect you in for a complete checkup within the week. I’ll give you time to get that antacid in you first and see how it works for you. If it doesn’t let me know and we’ll find one that does.”

  “Thank you,” he smiled. Sadie accepted his outstretched hand and smiled when he shook it. “Do you mind if I walk you out and get a look at your horse?”

  “Not at all,” she agreed. He let her proceed him out and was pleasantly surprised that someone had brought Mist right up to the porch for her.

  “I water him, ma’am,” Ignacio said, his accent thick and beautiful.

  “Gracias,” she returned. She watched the foreman tip his hat and say something in Spanish to Reece. She waited for Reece to respond and then turned to step into the saddle. It was when those big hands slipped around her waist that Sadie went deadly still.

  “I won’t bite, Miss Hamilton,” he chuckled. The sound rumbled in his chest before it escaped so that the sound traveled down her spine and made her ache to be closer to him. “It just seemed like Mist might be a bit tall for you to mount without a step or helping hand.”

  “I do alright,” Sadie lied. Truth be told she hadn’t been able to mount him without that step. Not until today. When she was finally sitting straight in the saddle she look down at him. “Thanks.”

  “No problem. Say, if you’re out this way this coming weekend, stop by. We’re having a harvest picking, usually the whole town comes out.”

  “I’ve heard about it,” Sadie smiled. “I’ll see if I can’t free up a couple hours to stop by.”

  “Terrific,” Sadie watched Reece run a hand down Mist’s neck and give him a pat before stepping back. “I look forward to seeing you.”

  “Have a good day Mr. Jackson.”

  “You as well, Miss, er, Doctor Hamilton.”

  “Please, call me Sadie.”

  “Sadie it is.” She liked the way her name rolled off his tongue, that slight Southern drawl that stuck to his language. It was beyond sexy and Sadie so needed a love life. One that consisted of more than dinners for one and alone time with her loveable Yorkie, Pinto.

  Turning Mist around Sadie trotted out to the Deuces entrance and onto the open field. Once she was cleared of any obstacles, she sent her horse to a gallop and headed back toward town. An hour later she finally sat down and put her feet up. Her night wasn’t over by a long shot, but all she wanted was five minutes where her feet weren’t running.

  Chapter Two: Scheduled Interactions

  Reece took the afternoon and worked on paperwork. It was his least favorite task, but considering just a couple hours earlier he’d been seriously concerned about dying, he figured paperwork was a good way to spend the afternoon portion of his day. He ignored the part of his brain that told him he’d picked inventory because it gave him time to think. Time to evaluate just what he thought about the town doctor. It was true he’d have preferred a man take over for old Doc Watson, but now that he’d met her, he couldn’t exactly complain about the woman who’d eventually become the main source of medical help for their growing, but tightknit community.

  She seemed more than capable and to say she was easy on the eyes was an obvious understatement to anyone who saw her. With those incredible gray eyes that seemed like a contained tornado, she held an intelligence that couldn’t be faked. Add in the dimples and the overall appearance of her face and she was a knockout. The fact that she hadn’t been wearing a wedding ring was somewhat of a surprise. Even with medical school being as demanding as it was, Reece figured a man would have snagged her by now.

  Finally able to set his pen down, Reece rubbed the tiredness from his eyes and decided that coffee was needed. With the weather turning chilly at night he knew it wouldn’t be long before the temperatures dipped low enough to have his shrugging into a coat for his morning chores. His favorite way to beat back the cold was to soothe himself with coffee. Never one for the fancy stuff, Reece preferred to brew his own in a regular coffeepot with plenty of grounds, a whole pot of water, and enough cream and sugar to wake a dead horse. Sighing with pleasure at the first strong sip, Reece took his cup out to his back porch and sat on the swing he’d put up. The weather was just starting to show the signs of fall and this weekend would be perfect for bring most of the harvest in. There would be a few stragglers as there always were, but for the most part the apples he grew would be brought into the silo. He had enough work after that to keep him busy for the majority of the pre-holiday season. Everything from applesauce to apple cider would be served and he’d turn out a considerable profit in the meantime. He was thankful every season that his grandmother had taught him how to make cake doughnuts from scratch. They were his biggest seller when the weather turned cold and people wanted to enjoy a fresh made doughnut with their warm apple cider. He even used the peels to make fresh apple and cinnamon -scented candles. No, Reece knew that starting this weekend he’d be running around like a crazy person until at least January and the thought brought a smile of peace and assurance with it.

  ***

  Sadie finished up the splint on RJ Meadows finger and sent him on his way. For a boy of six he’d been in her office more than most of the pe
ople in Shady Oaks. Flipping the sign on her door to read Closed to anyone who came by for a visit. She quickly grabbed her jacket and headed out the back exit of her office. Within minutes she was in her car and headed toward the Deuces ranch for their annual harvest festival. Apparently, from what she’d heard around town, almost everyone was planning on making an appearance throughout the day to help bring in the apples that Reece Jackson’s farm grew.

  “You made it!” Sandy Clemens smiled when Sadie stepped out of her car. “We’re just putting some doughnuts in the car before we head back up. Jack said I could pick out some scented candles.”