Expecting The Rancher's Baby?

She frowned. “Are you holding some sort of competition?”

“Yeah. See who can find the prettiest prospective employee.”

“That’s rather sexist, Calloway.”

“I’m kidding, Amherst. Dallas thinks I haven’t been doing enough for Texas Extreme, so I figure finding someone as qualified as you to head the medical team will help prove my worth.”

“Ah. Now I know your true motives. I could be a notch in your bedpost. I meant notch in your belt buckle. Or is it just belt? Never mind.” Her face looked a little flushed. “What is Dallas like?”

“I thought you’d probably met him.”

She shook her head. “No, but I do know his reputation as an all-around champion cowboy.”

“Do you know Austin?”

“Again, only by reputation. I did catch a glimpse of him during the national finals when I was interning, but I never had the chance to meet him.”

“Is that his rodeo reputation or his reputation with the ladies before he got hitched?”

“His rodeo reputation. With you, I’d say both.”

Ouch. “Aw, come on now. I’m not a player.”

She narrowed her eyes and smirked. “That’s not what I’ve heard.”

“You can’t believe everything you hear in the rodeo world. People like to exaggerate.”

“I’m sure.”

He didn’t care for her cynical tone, or that she believed he was some skirt-chasing cowboy. That would be his half brother Worth, and the minute she met him, she might change her tune. Compared to Worth, he’d look like a saint. “To set the record straight, I had a girlfriend for a couple of years.”

She leaned back and crossed her jeans-covered legs. “Really? What happened to the relationship, if you don’t mind my asking?”

He did mind a little bit. “She got tired of me being gone all the time.”

“She wasn’t into rodeo?”

“Nope. She was a city girl from Dallas. She lived in a downtown loft and unfortunately tennis was her sport.”

Her green eyes went wide. “Unfortunately? What’s wrong with tennis?”

Open mouth, insert boot. “I take it you play.”

“Yes, but not much since my boarding school days.”

That nearly shocked him speechless. His family had always been well off, but they’d never shipped him off. “Like a live-in school?”

Jill looked like she wished she could take it back. “Yes. All-girl college prep academy, thanks to my mother’s insistence. I concentrated on my studies, and not on boys.”

He’d begun to wonder if she’d never had any exposure to the opposite sex. Nah. Not possible with her looks and smarts. “Surely you had a boyfriend at some point in time.”

The way she lowered her eyes for a second told Houston he might already know the answer. “I’ve dated a little,” she finally said. “But with my bachelor’s degree, grad school, internships and a demanding job, my schedule hasn’t allowed for much of a social life for the past few years.”

He’d be glad to help her change that, but she probably wouldn’t be game. Then again, if it didn’t work out between them and she did go to work for the ranch, that could cause a lot of issues. “I imagine it would be pretty hard to have much of a social life with all the traveling, particularly in your line of work.”

“Most men don’t seem to have that problem.”

He couldn’t resist yanking her chain. “Isn’t that a little sexist?”

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Oh, please. That’s the way it is. Men have an uncanny way of finding a woman in every port. Or in your case, arena.”

“You’re jaded.”

“I am not. I only tell it like it is.”

“Nope. You’ve been wronged by someone, most likely a cowboy.”

She raised her hand like she was taking an oath. “I swear I have never been involved with a cowboy. I have been a silent observer during my tenure as an athletic trainer and I’ve seen it all. Broken hearts. Heated arguments. I’ve even treated the casualties resulting from cat fights.”

He chuckled. “Gotta love those cowgirls.”

“Let me add that I’ve also examined more than a few jaws resulting from cowboy fights, even if that’s not in my job description.”

“But not with me.”

She grinned again. “No, not you. You’re more inclined to fall on your head when you fall off a bull and then argue with me when you don’t want to hear my advice.”

He studied her a moment and had a surprising revelation. “I’ve got to be honest with you, Jill. When I first met you, I didn’t like you much.”

She laid a hand above her breasts. “I’m stunned.”

“That’s sarcasm, right?”

“Yes. You didn’t like it when I ran you through concussion protocol.”

“True. And I didn’t particularly like that you seemed to treat other cowboys nicer.” Now he sounded like some jealous jerk.

“You don’t like anyone telling you what to do,” she began, “and most of my patients tend to be much more cooperative.”

Damn if she wasn’t right about that. “Fair enough. But you tend to make a big deal over a bump on the head, at least when it comes to me.”

She unbuckled her seat belt and scooted forward, her hands clasped together in her lap. “Look, Houston, I’m only tough because I care.”

“You do? Well, ma’am, I’m mighty honored to know that.”

“I care about every athlete I treat,” she added quickly.

“Even the annoying ones?”