Doctor in Petticoats by Paty Jager

Author:Paty Jager [Jager, Paty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical western romance, Victorian romance, old west romance, brother series, brother series romance, steamy historical romance, cowboy romance, feisty heroine, steamy historical western romance
Publisher: Windtree Press
Published: 2015-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

A hand grasped Clay’s shoulder and shook roughly.

“Wake up.”

Jasper’s deep voice ricocheted in Clay’s head.

“I just went to sleep.” He shoved the covers down and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

“Then you’s been up all night packin’. It’s five. I’m goin’ for Dr. Tarkiel’s things. I’ll come back for you when I’s loaded ’em.”

Clay waved the man away and scrubbed his hands over his face. He needed a shave. He might be blind, but he wasn’t going to have people think Rachel traveled with him out of pity. His shaving soap, strap, and razor were laid out on the bureau.

He found the pitcher, poured water, and lathered up the shave soap. The one good thing about being blind, he could shave anywhere. No need for a mirror. A chuckle warmed his throat. Happiness swelled in his chest. Happiness was something he never thought would find him after the accident. Now, he had something to look forward to besides hopefully one day regaining his sight—Rachel. This trip would be a test for both of them. To see how well he could function without his brothers’ support and to find out if Rachel really had feelings for him. He had to know, and she had to discover if her feelings were due to her desire to help others and pity for him, or if she really loved him.

Clay picked up the razor and scraped at the whiskers. He’d learned the curves and planes of his face by feel. Running fingers over his skin, he found spots he missed. He scraped up the misses and washed.

He pulled on the britches he’d hung over the end of the bed, a clean white shirt, and his suit jacket. Sitting on the chair, he laced his boots.

“She’s waitin’ in the buggy, you ’bout done?”

Jasper’s jovial tone tipped Clay’s lips into a smile. “You saying I take longer to dress than a woman?” Clay dropped his shave gear into the valise and buckled it shut. “Did I get all my things?”

The scrape of wood on wood signaled Jasper checked through the bureau. “I’s don’t see nothin’ in the drawers or hangin’ on the wall.”

“Then I’m packed. Let’s not keep Doctor Tarkiel waiting.” Clay picked up his valise and strode for the door.

Jasper fell into step beside him as they rounded the side of the building.

“Tell Donny I didn’t have time to say good-bye. He knew I was leaving and shouldn’t be too upset. I also told him you’d bring him out with you.”

Harnesses jingled and a horse snorted. The valise disappeared from his hand.

“How are you this morning, Clay?”

Rachel’s cheerful voice set his heart thumping in his chest. He stretched a welcoming smile from ear to ear.

“Excited. I’m heading home with a beautiful escort.” Clay found the side of the buggy and felt his way to the door. He climbed up. A tug on his sleeve plopped him down on the seat. Citrus invaded his senses.

The vehicle lurched forward. The crackle of gravel under the wheels filled the air around them with a lulling cadence.

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