Her Secret Ranger (The Men of at Ease Ranch) by Donna Michaels

Author:Donna Michaels [Michaels, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled, category, Donna Michaels, ranch, Lovestruck, Series, rancher, army, Ranger, best friend's brother, contemporary romance, Military, secret
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-03-05T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

As soon as the hail stopped, Brick pushed off of Beth and began to slowly run his hands over her body to check for injuries. A few tiny pink marks on her shoulders. No broken skin.

God, she was shaking like a leaf.

“I’m fine. I’m just wet. Nothing hit me.”

Normally, whenever Beth said the word “wet” his mind and body dropped into full lust mode. But right now, he was too concerned about her health. He was only in half-lust mode. “Humor me,” he said, continuing his assessment before he allowed her to turn around and sit up. Thankfully, she appeared to be okay.

“Oh my God, Brick. You’re bleeding!” She reached up to brush his shoulder.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine. The hat shielded my head.” His back, legs, and arms were another story, but she didn’t need to know his whole body stung like a son-of-a-bitch. “Let’s go while there’s a break in the storm.”

Drawing them to their feet, he swallowed a grunt as every muscle in his body protested at once. Definitely not something she needed to know.

“Turn around.” Concern darkened her gaze and her hands trembled as they gripped his arms to try to make him turn.

“There’s no time—”

She pushed harder. “Turn around.”

“Okay, but we have to go.” He did better than that. He turned and walked toward the horse, her indrawn breath following him to the tree. She could look all she wanted while he checked on Rogue. That hail could’ve been a prelude to a tornado, and if there was one bearing down on them, he wanted Beth in their storm shelter, not some damn ditch with only his sorry ass as cover.

Surprisingly, the blanket was still on the horse, so when he removed it with a quick tug all he found were a few scrapes on the mare’s lower legs. Rogue had fared fairly well. He straightened up and winced. Better than him.

“Brick…your back…” Beth was standing to the side, dress dirty and plastered to her body, face pale, with her arms crossed over her chest. “God… It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry.”

He rushed close to rub her arms. “Hey, angel, it’s okay. Honest. My body has taken a hell of a lot more punishment than this overseas.”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, because she drew in a breath, her mouth quivered, and her eyes filled with tears.

Ah hell. Not tears. He wasn’t good with tears. Anything but them.

“Come here.” He pulled her in close and held her tight, ignoring the pain in his back where her hands automatically slid. She was shaking and in shock, and he needed to get her to the ranch.

She sniffed and drew back. “How’s Rogue?”

The hail could’ve been bad.

“Good, thanks to you.” He kissed her quick on the lips then released her. “Let’s get going.”

Without any more protests, she mounted the horse, allowed him to wrap the blanket around her before he joined her in the saddle. The ride back wasn’t nearly as enjoyable as the ride out.

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