Excerpt of Her Forever Cowboy by Debra Clopton

Susan Worth rubbed her eyes, fighting the exhaustion
threatening to overtake her. She'd spent most of the night
saving the life of an unborn calf and mother and her
adrenaline had kept her moving. Emergency calls had kept her
out three nights in a row and she was dead on her feet—the
drone of her truck's engine and the dark, deserted road were
working against her. Tightening her fingers around the
steering wheel, she dug deep, sat up straight and
concentrated on keeping her eyes open.

She still had an hour's drive to make it home. Once again
she was alone in the middle of the night on a deserted road,
halfway along the seventy-mile stretch between the tiny
ranching town of Mule Hollow and the larger town of Ranger,
where her clinic and apartment were—for the time being.

She loved her job and had worked hard to have her career as
a small-town vet. But the exhausting pace was sometimes too
much to take. The threat of falling asleep at the wheel was
a risk for anyone who covered a full day's schedule and
handled all emergency calls. More so for her, since her
large-animal business had grown so big over in the Mule
Hollow area—great for the bottom line, but bad on the body.

And bad on her personal life. With her hours growing longer
and longer, quality life after work had become almost
nonexistent.

She blinked hard and glanced at the clock—2:00 a.m. This was
the third night in a row she'd been out this late. Third day
in a row she'd not had time to catch up on lost sleep.
Daytime emergencies and scheduled small-animal appointments
had her hands tied, but she'd been warned it would be this
way. The retiring older vet, a male, had told her that since
she was a woman she should concentrate on small animals and
leave the big stuff to a man. That advice hadn't sat well
with her.

She smiled, tiredly remembering how insulted she'd been. But
her dad always said, "Susan, take advice, then do it your
way." And that was what she'd done.

She'd bought her clinic and embraced the loyal, small-animal
clientele that came with it. But though she dearly loved and
adored dogs and cats, her passion was working with large
stock. She'd gone after that clientele with a vengeance and
proved to the men who'd give her a chance that she knew what
she was doing. She loved horses and cattle and as her
reputation grew, so had the business. Now she was burning
the candle at both ends and in between, too.

She loved her life. She really did… but something had to give, and she understood this clearly. Either that or she was going to crash and burn. Maybe right now if you don't snap to!

She rubbed her neck and watched the road. A few weeks ago
she'd finally forced herself to come to the conclusion that
she wanted a change… a family. She'd lost her mother during
childbirth and had been raised by her dad. Since his death
she'd felt so alone, and no amount of work could fix that.
Her dad had filled his life with work and she'd striven all
her life to please him, but she needed more. He'd had her…
she had no one now.

As if God was giving her the nod, she'd gotten an offer for
her small-animal clinic almost the instant she'd come to the
realization that she wanted to make a change. God's
timing—what an amazing thing.

Sighing, she shook her head to wake herself up—this week was
proving to her that she'd made the right decision. She hoped
relocating her large-animal clinic to Mule Hollow, to the
heart of her business, would give the heart of her love life
a boost, too. Only time would tell.

Susan shook her head, her chin dipped and she realized she'd
closed her eyes momentarily. She still had fifty miles to go.

Focus, Susan. She took a deep breath and pressed the button to roll down her window. She inhaled the fresh air. She thought about hanging her head out the window, but didn't. Instead she let her thoughts churn. It wasn't that she couldn't find a date. She managed short relationships from time to time. Short being the keynote, because either the guys ended up being big losers or the ones who were nice were interested in a woman who wasn't so focused on her work. As most of them put it, "a woman who isn't owned by her work." Who could blame them? Really, a man wanted a woman to be there for him. A woman who worked a hundred or more hours, on a normal week, wasn't exactly what a man would consider marriage material.…

Susan's eyes closed.

A flash of light had her jerking awake to see a motorcycle
in the beam of her headlights just as her truck swerved off
the road. And straight for a stand of trees!

"Oh, my goodness!" she exclaimed as the truck bounded over
the rough ground and the back end fish-tailed and swerved
around. Susan fought for control as the truck slid broadside
toward the large solid trees— but it was useless. One
thought hit her as she held on tight and everything started
to spin—she'd made the decision to change up her life, but
maybe she'd made the call a little too late.

The driver was a woman.

Her arms were crossed over the top of the steering wheel and
her forehead was resting on them. She wasn't moving.

Cole Turner's heart thundered against his ribs. Playing
chicken on his Harley at two in the morning with an oversize
hunk of truck hadn't been his idea of a great welcome home.

But it was exactly what had just happened.

His motorcycle helmet fell unheeded to the ground as he
placed a hand on the open window. "Ma'am. Are you okay?" His
gut tightened with tension when she didn't answer and the
hair on the back of his neck stood up. "Ma'am," he asked
again, with more force. His adrenaline kicked into high gear
and he spoke louder. "Can you hear me?" When she still
didn't respond, he reached through the open window to check
for a pulse. Her skin was warm, but at his touch she lifted
her head. Relief washed through him as she eyed him groggily.

Susan Worth.

He recognized her—she was the vet his brother Seth used at
their ranch in Mule Hollow. Seth seemed overly impressed by
her and often sang her praises when they talked on the phone.

But Cole hadn't been nearly so impressed when Seth had
introduced them at his wedding six months ago— the woman
hadn't given Cole the time of day.

"Cole—" she said, her voice wobbling.

The wobble got him, and despite her snub before, he felt for
her. "Cole Turner, at your service," he drawled, tugging
open her door and offering her a grin and a hand. Getting
her out of the truck would help put some color back into her
face. She was as pale as the shimmery moonlight cascading
over her. "Are you okay?"

"I fell asleep…" she said, her stunned eyes holding his. "I
can't believe I fell asleep." Disbelief turned to disgust.

Scowling, she slid from the seat, ignoring his offered hand.
He reached to help her anyway. All long-legged and lanky in
her jeans and boots, she was almost as tall as he was. He'd
forgotten how beautiful she was, even with weariness and
anger etching her face.

"Well, you've been working hard," he said, trying to make
her feel better. He was assuming her being out this late was
work-related, since she was a vet.

"No excuse," she snapped. "I shouldn't have fallen asleep."

So the doc wasn't going to give herself a break. "You're right, you shouldn't have. But you did." That got him a startled glare. "Fact is, you look like you're about to drop on your feet. That bein' the case, what are you doin' out here in the middle of nowhere at two in the morning when you are so worn out?" And what was he doing sticking his nose where it didn't belong? "I am a vet. I was heading home to Ranger after running an emergency call—for your brother, actually. We almost lost a momma and her unborn calf." "You were at our place? Seth let you head back to Ranger in this condition?" Cole's temper shot sky-high. Bone weariness hung over her like a cloak—Seth had to have seen that. "What was my brother thinking? One glance at you and anyone can see you're in no shape to travel. Look in the mirror—you look like you haven't slept in days." Her shoulders squared. "I beg your pardon. Seth didn't let me do anything. I did my job, saved that calf, then left—it wasn't any of Seth's business what I did after that. And it sure isn't your business—" That did it. "Lady, it's two stinkin' a.m. When you almost ran me down with your truck it sorta made it my business. So don't even think about getting defensive. Four seconds farther along the road and you'd have been topping that hill the same time I was. You'd have wiped me out with your big truck while you were taking your little nap." He was stepping across boundaries and he knew it. But he'd been involved in far too many rescues and recoveries that had nothing to do with careless acts on the part of the victims… good people died from no fault of their own every day. This was carelessness on the doc's part and he'd witnessed it—that made it his business. Whether she wanted it to be or not.

He hadn't asked for it, but he wasn't the kind to back off
from what was right if it would save a life. Even that of a
gal who'd taken one look at him six months ago and stuck her
pretty nose so high in the air that if it had started to
rain she'd have drowned on the spot.

Nope, if there was one thing he had no use for, it was a
stuck-up woman. But he couldn't, in all good conscience,
just walk off, either.

Being nearly run down by Susan was the last thing he'd
expected when his brother Wyatt had basically blackmailed
him into coming home for a visit. It would have suited him
fine not to have seen her again while he was in town.

Susan suddenly lifted fingers to her temple and, looking at
her, he thought his words might have hit home.

"If you must know I've had emergency runs three nights in a
row," she said. "Plus I've had packed schedules during the
day, so that doesn't leave much time to sleep."

Her excuse slid off Cole like water off a duck's back. "Some things you make time for. A dead vet doesn't keep appointments—no matter how important they may seem. Do you not realize what a narrow escape you just had?" She flinched. "It didn't happen, though—" "Hardheaded woman!" Cole shook his head, realizing this was going nowhere. "This is a waste of time. Come on, I'll take you home. We'll worry about your truck in the morning." Susan felt as if she was in a big tunnel full of thick fog as she stared at Cole. She was still trying to process everything that had just happened. Falling asleep at the wheel was horrible; nearly running over a motorcycle rider was horrific; nearly killing herself was terrible. But looking up after all of it to find drop-dead gorgeous, fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants Cole Turner leaning in her window was her payback for all of it. She'd almost run the poor man down!

She could only stare at him as he jumped all over her. His
T-shirt-clad chest was bowed out and his eyes were clashing
with hers, and like the cold waves of an angry ocean he took
her breath away. It had been the same way at his brother's
wedding when she'd first met him.

"Well," he drawled, lifting a ridiculously attractive eyebrow—oh, for cryin' out loud! She was so tired she was now noticing how attractive his eyebrows were.

"Look, I'm sorry," she said, struggling to get her head back
on straight. "I'm doing the best I can at the moment."

"It's not good enough."

"Excuse me." She might feel guilty, but if he thought he was
going to stand there making her feel worse with all his
high-handed tactics he was wrong—matter of fact, he was
starting to irritate her. "I'm not going anywhere with you.
My truck is fine—"

"You're not fine."

"I am, too," she argued. "So what are you doing out here at two in the morning? I thought you were rescuing people on the coast."

"I decided it was time to come home for a visit. Somewhere
around Waco, I decided to drive on through the night. Good
thing, too, since you were the one in need of being rescued…
which sort of puts a spin on you being fine." He cocked his
head to the side, sending a thick lock of hair sliding
forward across his forehead.

Susan rubbed her temple and stared at the man Mule Hollow
folks called the rolling stone. He'd left town straight out
of high school and rarely came home to visit. He was
probably wishing he'd stayed away tonight.

She knew she sounded ridiculous every time she denied being
worn-out. The look in his eyes told her he knew that if he
blew hard enough she'd topple over.

"You're right," she said reluctantly. "I did need your help.
But now I'm fine. Really. I almost ran you over. The last
thing I'm going to do is make you take me the hour back to
Ranger." Especially on a motorcycle… she was terrified of
the things. Not that she'd dare tell him that, she thought
as she turned back to her truck.

"Whoa, there. Look at it from my point of view." He placed a
hand on her arm to halt her. "I can't let you get back in
that truck. What kind of man would I be to do that?"

His hand was warm and the pads of his fingers were rough
against her skin—a tingle of awareness waltzed slowly
through her. Whoa—the man was trying to take charge of her
business and she was thinking about tingling skin! What was
wrong with her? This would not do. "Cole, I don't need you—I
can take care of myself," she said, locking firm eyes on
him. She'd spent her life learning to stand on her own two
feet. She didn't need a virtual stranger telling her what to
do. The last thing she expected was for him to reach past
her and snag her keys from the ignition.

"Obviously there's no reasoning with you," Cole said. "I
hate to break it to you, but you're comin' with me. End of
story."

"Cole Turner, give me those keys!" she exclaimed. "Right
this minute."