[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]she wanted to throw herself against him and beg his forgiveness, but she wouldn t. For him, she had
to stay strong and let him go.
As soon as Chey stepped outside, her sobs came in earnest. If she didn t have the animals to tend
to, she just might run away.
Chapter Nine
STORM FELT LIKE shit. He hadn t slept last night, and he attributed his insomnia to Cheyenne. He wanted
to throttle her then make love to her for hours. Storm believed that he could make her father see
reason that he was the man to lead the Clan. Because of his military and medical background, Storm
understood rules and protocol very well, but he also knew if there ever was a time for change, this
was it.
Storm wanted to explain to her dad that he was good with people. Hell, he d commanded a ton of
nurses and other servicemen during the war and worked well under pressure. As long as the cheetah
Clan didn t turn on him, it couldn t be that hard to rule a bunch of shifters. It shouldn t matter they
were capable of gouging out his eyes. Even if he were in command of fifty soldiers, they, too, could
turn on him. A few bullets to the chest would be as effective as being mauled to death.
Don t do this.
It wouldn t matter what he did. Her father would never be willing to change any law, assuming he
could. Bottom line, Cheyenne couldn t marry him not that he was ready for that step, but he d
consider trying.
Storm finally crawled out of bed, his chest tight and his muscles achy. He hoped like hell he
wasn t getting sick. The timing couldn t be worse with him opening the clinic tomorrow.
From his medicine cabinet, he downed some vitamin C, and then trudged to the kitchen. Perhaps a
good meal would help clear his head. He had planned to stop by the office, but right now, he wasn t
in the mood. He wasn t convinced he d ever be able to look at his desk and not picture Cheyenne
spread eagle on top. Christ, the woman sure had gotten to him.
Whenever he needed some clarity, he went fishing. Chey had said Hidden Hills had a lot of lakes,
so perhaps it was time for him to find them.
* * *
YOU SURE YOU RE okay, Doc? You look pale, Martha said as she leaned over him seated at his desk.
It s just the stress of opening the new business. Storm hoped that was the reason for feeling like
crap.
You want me to draw your blood? I can send it over to the lab in a jiffy.
Storm smiled, not wanting her to fuss. I ll let you know if it comes to that. Now send in my first
patient, please. He didn t want to discuss with the town gossip how he was merely heartsick over a
woman. His and Cheyenne s business didn t need the meddling.
His first patient arrived a human, thankfully or so the form indicated. Storm had studied the
charts of all of the patients he planned to see today. Mr. Kendall had high blood pressure and
indigestion. Dr. Rapello had him on heart medicine and some antacids.
Storm walked into room 3 where the older man was sitting on the exam table. How s the
indigestion doing?
His eyes widened. You know about that?
Storm smiled. I read Dr. Rapello s file.
Damn. I think we re going to get along.
He asked the man a series of questions and jotted down a few more areas he was concerned
about. After he gave Mr. Kendall two prescriptions, along with a pamphlet for better eating habits,
Storm relaxed a bit. The people of Hidden Hills seemed to be hard working, but eating right and
exercising a couple of times a week didn t appear to be on their must-do list. His mind spun trying to
figure out what more he could do to help them other than lecturing them on how to live their lives.
As the afternoon wore on, his energy level plummeted, but he plowed through, even managing to
remain cheerful most of the time. Once the last patient left his office, all he wanted to do was sleep.
Martha knocked and peeked in. If you don t need me, I ll be going.
I m good. Thanks for your help today. You handled Mrs. Earheart s three children well.
She smiled. You made quite an impression today, too.
He chuckled. I hope a good one.
You bet.
Once he was alone, he cleaned the clutter from his desk, but the depression continued to sink
deeper. He was a grown man. He d been dumped before and had broken up with a few women
himself. This feeling would pass. Or so he hoped.
Stupid shifter law.
He checked his patient list for tomorrow, pulled their files, and studied the details. What he
needed was to hire someone to transfer the paper files to electronic ones, since it would be easier to
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