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Ty grunted. “No, that’s not an option. We got enough crazy looks just from stopping to stretch our legs.” He shoved a hand back through his short hair. “I can’t be an hour away from Rambo, though. We’re going to have to come up with something else.”

I hesitated, then cast a quick look back over my shoulder at Jenny. Her eyes went wide as she must have realized what I was thinking, and she gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head.

She was right, of course.

I shouldn’t even be considering the thought that had just crossed my mind.

But the more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that it really was the only option these guys had. If I didn’t come up with something for them, they might try to take Rambo before he was ready.

And there was no way I was going to let that happen.

“There’s some land here behind the clinic,” I said, letting the words tumble out before I could stop them. “My land. And while I don’t really have room in my house for all of you, there’s plenty of acreage to spare for a few tents or whatever you need.”

I heard Jenny sigh behind me as she moved across the room to her desk. I knew she probably thought I was crazy for offering my place to a bunch of rough-looking bikers, but what choice did I have?

Besides, it wasn’t like I was letting them sleep in my house. Or my room. Or my bed.

Ty was giving me a funny look, and for a split-second I felt my heart race as I wondered if I’d accidentally said those thoughts out loud.

But no. The other two men were stony-faced, and surely Jenny would have done more than sigh if I had made any mention of my bed.

“You’d do that for us?” Ty asked, finally. “Really?”

“I’m not doing it for you,” I said, flatly. “I’m doing it for Rambo. He needs me now, and that’s all that matters.”

His expression hardened at my words, and he gave a curt nod. “You’re right. That’s what matters now. Thank you, Doc. We’ll take you up on that offer.”

And just like that, it was decided. I glanced over at Jenny, but she seemed to suddenly be very busy avoiding my gaze.

Whatever.

It was what I had to do, and now it was done.

I could only hope that I hadn’t made a big mistake. If so, I only had myself to blame.

Chapter 2 - Ty

I looked around at the empty pasture. There were definitely worse places we’d set up camp before, but I couldn’t remember a time we’d shared our space with cattle. And horses. And I was pretty sure I’d spotted an alpaca when we’d come through the gate.

One of her patients, maybe?

I could only guess.

The doc was a pretty lady, but I had seen the mama bear come out in her when it came to looking after those animals.

Which was obviously a good thing, even if it meant camping out next to a barn for a couple of days.

“Do you think it might be too much to ask for a fucking tree in this part of Texas?” Jaeger muttered, wiping the sweat from his curly black hair. “Or maybe you could have sweet-talked that pretty little vet into offering us a place with some air conditioning,” he added, jerking his head toward the little white farmhouse in the distance. “She was practically falling all over herself to help you out.”

“Since when does Jaeger Robeson admit that a girl looked at me first?” I asked, only half-joking.

I might have been the one who usually spoke for the group, but Jaeger never had any trouble getting attention when he wanted it—especially from the ladies. With his tall, solid frame and his cocky smile, most women agreed first and asked questions later whenever he needed anything.

And from the stories he had shared with the rest of us over the years, that really did mean anything.

“Will the two of you quit bitchin’ and help me with this damn tent?” Cody barked, glaring from behind the canvas material that he was trying in vain to stake out in the West Texas wind. “Or y’all think it’s funny to make the short, old guy do all the work?”

Jaeger and I both laughed. “Pretty sure you’re not that old,” I said, deliberately not remarking on his height. Though, if I was being honest, he wasn’t short, either. Probably just a couple of inches under my six feet. Still, I had to have something to pull his chain about. “You’re not even forty for a couple more years, are you?”