Temptation Ridge by Robyn Carr Page A

caring for someone who’s terminal. She’s so anxious to pitch in. How’s that sound to you?”
    “The babysitting will help you,” he said. “I don’t know if we’ll ever have enough work here to ask her to pitch in.”
    “I know. But she has time on her hands. And nursing is different than caregiving. I realize it’s not the experience she’ll get when she’s finally in school, but it’s something. You can always loosen up and tell her stories of country doctoring—she’d love that. And when I have patients, I’ll have her with me. Plus, I enjoy her company. She’s sweet and sharp. I think of her as kind of a protégée. I’ve never had one of those before. I’ve always been one.” She grinned at him.
    “Melinda, we’re going to bore her to death,” he said.
    “You can always teach her to play gin. Maybe you can find a girl you can actually beat.”
    “When I think about one more woman around here, it gives me heartburn,” he said.
    “You shouldn’t be having so much heartburn, especially with your gallbladder gone. Maybe it’s acid reflux. Are you having pain?”
    “Ach,” he said. “I’m seventy-two with arthritis. What do you think?”
    She shrugged. “I think we should check it out.”
    “Bah,” he scoffed. “I’m fine. I’m old, that’s all. I’ve been ridden hard and put up wet.”
    She laughed at him. He hadn’t changed much in her two years there. He was using his cane a great deal more these days—the arthritis was wearing him down. He was an old seventy-two—his life had not been an easy one. He’d worked his way through college and medical school with no help from family and spent the next forty-five years caring for the needs of a town single-handedly, with onlythe most rudimentary equipment, and with no liability insurance. When she had lifted her eyebrows at that, shocked, he merely shrugged and said, “We don’t sue each other here. At least not over medical aid.”
    Doc had never married, had no children, and had told Mel there was no extended family. Mel had a great deal of affection for him, even if he did ruffle her feathers from time to time. He had, indeed, been ridden hard.
    “If it’s acid reflux, they have some really good stuff for that now,” she said.
    “I know this, Melinda. I’m a doctor.”
    “And not just any doctor,” she said with a smile. “The biggest pain-in-the-ass doctor in three counties. Suit yourself.” And then she thought of something. “You know, you could ask Preacher to come up with some meals that don’t stir up that heartburn so much….”
    “Why would I do that? He’s a dream in the kitchen.”
    “Well, I’ve asked him for some low-fat meals. He was very agreeable, for Preacher. I’ve put on some weight since I got here.”
    He lifted his glasses to his forehead and peered at her lower half. “Hmm,” he said.
    “You did not just do that!”
    “Did I say a word?” he asked, letting his glasses drop into place. She hmmphed and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him. “Quit complaining about your weight,” he said, rubbing a hand over his big belly. “At least you have the advantage of giving birth to most of yours.”
    She lifted a mean little eyebrow. “You could give up that whiskey you have at the end of every day. That might help with the heartburn.”
    “Melinda,” he said gravely, “I’d rather have needles in my eyes.”

Four
    I t didn’t take Luke long to make enough adjustments so he could sleep in a real bed, in a real house, make use of a real shower. First, the exterminator plugged holes and placed traps. Luke did some serious clearing of trash and cleaning. Then there was a new mattress-and-box-spring set and a working refrigerator, both of which he could transport in his truck and move with a dolly. A couple of weeks made all the difference. But every day was long and dirty. His muscles ached. There was an endless amount of work to be done.
    It wasn’t yet five when he was