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Did everything he said come out as a demand?

“It’s just…umm…”

“Spit it out, girl,” Doc told her tiredly.

“Isaac,” Archer snapped.

“She’s shivering, even with my jacket on. We need to get her warm before she catches pneumonia.”

“I didn’t think you caught pneumonia from being cold.”

“Girl…” Doc warned.

Jeez. Why did he keep calling her that? She was thirty-one years old. Definitely not a girl by any stretch of the imagination.

“I left in a hurry and I wasn’t expecting visitors. It’s a bit of a mess.”

They were both silent for a moment.

“We don’t care about a bit of a mess, girl.”

“Let’s just get inside and get you warm,” Archer agreed with his brother. “Isaac needs his head looked at too.”

“Oh, yes, of course.” What was she thinking keeping them out here when Isaac was injured, and they were likely b

oth cold and hungry?

“The fire should be still going, at least. I might need to get some more wood in.” She started pulling off the jacket Doc had given her. “Here, have your—”

“Keep that on,” he demanded as he opened his door. “I’ll be fine.”

He was out before she could say anything more.

“Shoot.”

“I’ll get the bags, you two head in,” Archer called out, before climbing out. Leaving her sitting there.

Why are you just sitting there, Caley? Get a move on.

Sometimes, she was such an idiot.

* * *

Doc stepped into the log cabin.

Okay. When she said a mess, he thought she meant that she’d left a few things sitting around. But unless a tornado had somehow hit and only gone through her living room…

His lips twitched with another smile.

Jesus, that was twice in one day. Something of a miracle.

“See. I told you it was a mess.” She whipped past him before he could grab at her. Dressed in his dripping jacket which was miles too big on her and her muddy rainboots, she stomped around picking up pieces of clothing that lay strewn over the sectional in front of the stone fireplace. Which was, thankfully, still burning.

“Girl—”

“I know, I know, I let it get a bit out of control. You sit. I’ll find the first aid kit. I’m sure we have one somewhere.”

We? He thought she lived alone. So who was we? He was surprised at the stab of disappointment.


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