THE PERFECT PRESCRIPTION Dr. Chloe Brody cares about all her patients. Maybe more than she should. Because one day rodeo cowboy Wyatt Kelley shows up in her ER, busted up but still flirting. He’s got no place to go, so she takes him home. Soon, Wyatt is seeing stuff no one else in Chloe’s life has noticed. The pretty doctor has a full life, but inside, she’s alone, just like him. When the attraction between them heats up, Wyatt knows he should leave Blue Falls and Chloe behind—because what can a broken cowboy with an ugly past offer a woman like her? Chloe, though, is determined to show Wyatt that she doesn’t care about his past. She just wants him to be a part of her future. She smiled a little. “First time for everything.” “Yeah, I guess.” He said it slowly, at the last moment looking at her lips before lifting his gaze to her eyes again. Chloe swallowed hard. Before she did something stupid, something she couldn’t take back, she broke eye contact and stepped around him. “I need to check how well your incisions are healing.” Though the thought of looking at even that little sliver of skin caused heat to flood her cheeks. As least her back was to him. Without waiting for Wyatt, she headed to her bedroom and pulled fresh bandages from the bag she’d stored there. When she turned around, Wyatt was almost done unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you doing?” He paused. “Taking it off.” “You don’t have to do that.” “I’m not going to sleep in it.” He smiled as he slipped the last two buttons through the holes and shrugged out of the shirt. Her mouth went dry, and she was probably staring at him as if she’d never seen a half-naked man before. Still smiling, Wyatt crossed the space between them. “Do I make you nervous, Dr. Brody?” Welcome back to Blue Falls, Texas, a town that has become so real to me that I want to go shopping at the Yesterwear Boutique, eat pastries at the Mehlerhaus Bakery and go for a walk around Blue Falls Lake. Oh, and let’s not forget having a good time at one of the local rodeos filled with cowboys with rodeo in their blood. It’s one of those rodeos that brings my latest hero, Wyatt Kelley, to Blue Falls. And the injury he sustains when he’s thrown from a bull is what brings him into Dr. Chloe Brody’s emergency room...and into her heart. I tend to write stories about people who have endured loss but find a way to move on and fall in love. This couldn’t be more true for Wyatt and Chloe, and I hope you enjoy reading their story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Trish Milburn The Doctor’s Cowboy Trish Milburn TRISH MILBURN writes contemporary romance for the Mills & Boon American Romance line and paranormal romance for the Mills & Boon Nocturne series. She’s a two-time Golden Heart Award winner, a fan of walks in the woods and road trips, and a big geek girl, including being a dedicated Whovian and Browncoat. And from her earliest memories, she’s been a fan of Westerns, be they historical or contemporary. There’s nothing quite like a cowboy hero. Thanks to San Dee Keefner for her help with the medical/ER aspects of this story. And to all the readers of the Blue Falls, Texas books who have written to me about enjoying the stories or who have left lovely reviews online, thank you so much! Contents Dear Reader Chapter One Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
Wyatt Kelley stood on the edge of the bucking chute, looking down at the monster bull. Beelzebub. From what he’d heard of the bull’s nasty attitude, the demonic name fit. Yeah, this had “easy ride” written all over it. The moment he mounted the two-ton bull, ol’ Beezy let him know exactly what he thought of having a rider by twitching, fidgeting, snorting. Basically saying, “Your butt is toast.” “I don’t think he wants to be your best friend,” said one of the cowboys manning the chute. “What?” Wyatt patted the bull on the side of his neck. “This little guy is a sweetheart. We’re going out for drinks afterward.” As if to disagree, Beezy stomped the dirt and shuddered beneath him, causing the bell hanging from the lower part of Wyatt’s bull rope to clang. “Next up, we’ve got a cowboy out of the Cowboy State,” the rodeo announcer said as Wyatt readjusted the rope, getting his grip just right. “Wyatt Kelley will be riding Beelzebub.” Wyatt took a deep breath, let it out, then nodded. The moment the chute opened, Beelzebub shot out and began bucking as if Wyatt were a nest full of angry hornets. The arena around him became a dirt-brown blur as the bull spun and kicked so hard it nearly jarred the teeth out of Wyatt’s head. As if ticked off that he hadn’t gotten rid of Wyatt’s weight yet, Beezy switched directions and kicked even harder. Wyatt held on for all he was worth, pretty sure this was the longest eight seconds of his career. And he’d ridden more bulls than he could count. In the next moment, his hat went flying. Sensing victory, the bull seemed to corral all of his intense power and did a belly roll, coming completely off the ground as he kicked all four feet out to the side. Wyatt felt himself slide but he
