A Marriage In Wyoming (The Marshall Brothers 3)
Deal?”
    After a long pause, Lena said, “Deal.”
    As he said a silent farewell to his favorite dessert, she came up with another question. “Will Dr. Vale be there when we get to the ranch?”
    I wish. “We didn’t ask her to be there. Is something wrong?”
    “No, I just wondered if maybe she wanted to make sure I was doing things right when I got out of the hospital.”
    “I didn’t think about that.” He gave himself a mental punch. “We can call her when we get to the house.” The first of what would no doubt be many calls for Rachel’s attention.
    Not on his account, of course. When he’d encountered her at the hospital this week he had struggled to stay casual, to act uninterested. And it was an act—each time he saw her, he liked her more, was more stirred by her presence. Hiding his emotions proved a difficult task. Her concern for Lena and her attention to the girl’s condition demonstrated what a vital resource Rachel would be for the people of his little town.
    “That’s okay,” Lena said. “I don’t want to bother her. I can handle it.” Doubt colored her tone.
    Garrett dredged up more reassurance. “I’m sure you can. And I’ve been reading up. I can go over your dosage with you before you inject.”
    “Right.” It was not a vote of confidence.
    He didn’t have Rachel’s number in his cell phone, or he would have called at that moment. Whether she wanted a relationship with him or not, Lena’s situation was of primary concern. He could behave himself for her sake.
    The three people in the truck gave a mutual sigh of relief when he turned in to the drive for the Circle M. In just a few minutes the house and the barn came into sight. Lena sat forward, staring through the windshield.
    “I’m glad to be here,” she told Garrett. “I missed it.”
    “And I’m glad to hear that,” he said with a grin. “We must be doing something right.”
    When they pulled to a stop at the house, the only resident visible was Honey, the golden retriever, lying stretched out in a patch of sunshine on the front porch. As Garrett put the truck in park, the dog stood up and came down the steps to greet them.
    Lena nearly fell out of the vehicle in her rush to hug the dog. “Honey! I’m so happy to see you!” She laughed as Honey licked her face. “Yes, I love you, too.” Glancing around, she seemed disappointed. “Where is everybody?”
    Garrett suspected he’d heard a shushing noise come through the screen door from the direction of the living room.
    “I’m not sure,” he said, suppressing a grin. “Maybe we should check the house?”
    “They might be out riding,” Justino said. His dark eyes were smiling—he’d heard the whispers from inside, too.
    “Humph.” Lena got to her feet and walked to the door, opened it...and squealed. “No!”
    “Surprise!” the kids inside yelled at the tops of their voices. “Welcome back!”
    When Garrett got to the doorway, he saw a banner hung across the wall with the same message painted on it. Balloons floated near the ceiling and streamers littered the floor. Lena sat on the couch with Lizzie and Becky on either side of her, the three of them chattering simultaneously. The three boys—Nate, Thomas and Marcos—lounged nearby, trying to look bored and failing.
    Ford and Caroline stood to the side, grinning at the successful celebration. “Good job,” Garrett said, joining them. “She had no idea.”
    “It was Lizzie’s suggestion.” Caroline was obviously satisfied with her campers’ effort. “But the boys didn’t protest. I consider that a big win.”
    “And we didn’t even have to bribe them with food,” Ford added.
    “That’s a surprise.” Garrett heard Honey’s bark outside. “Are we expecting visitors?”
    “Yes, as a matter of fact.” Caroline went to open the screen door. “Hi, Rachel, come in. How are you?”
    This surprise stole Garrett’s breath for a few seconds. He couldn’t help drinking in the sight of

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