Rancher Read online Hope Ford (Exiled Guardians MC #3)

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Exiled Guardians MC Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
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I heard her moving around her room a few times, probably putting away her things. And that had me thinking about the fact that she’s probably naked or in some nightgown right now, and my cock stayed hard all night.

I struggle through a shower and go to the kitchen at five am to start a pot of coffee. Looking out the window, I can already see a few of my brothers have arrived to help with the animals. My brothers have really stepped up. I would have lost the ranch without them.

I see Smoky pulling in on his hog, dust from the dirt road flying behind him. I’m sure he was at his club last night until around three am. He owns the strip club in town. He has every excuse not to be here, but he still shows up every day.

Lost in thought, I startle when I hear “Good morning” from behind me.

Turning around, I see Nova standing in the doorway watching me.

“Mornin’,” I say and gaze down her body. She’s wearing a pair of blue jeans and a V-neck shirt that is stretched across her large breasts. “How about breakfast?”

“Sure, I’ll just have some fruit or some yogurt.” She walks over to the refrigerator and pulls a little carton out.

I look between the carton and the fridge. “Where’d that come from?”

She starts opening drawers until she finds the silverware. “Oh, Keeper actually thought of it. He had me make a list of what I like to eat and he went to the store and brought it with us last night.”

I turn my head side to side and crack my neck. It’s a bad habit that I started in the army. It’s what I do when I get uncomfortable about something. And right now, I’m uncomfortable. I don’t like the fact that Keeper is looking out for her. Thinking back to how protective he was with last night, well, I don’t know, makes me mad, to tell you the truth.

I gesture to the small carton in her hands. “That’s all you’re going to eat? That’s not enough to feed you.”

As soon as the words come out of my mouth, I realize my mistake. Her eyes widen and shock hits her face. She clears her throat. “Yeah, I know for a big girl like me it’s not much, I guess, but it’s good enough. I’m going to set things up. After you eat, meet me in the living room and change into some shorts.”

She stalks from the room and instantly I’m upset with myself, probably more than she is. Fuck, I’m not used to women and I wasn’t saying anything about her weight. She looks perfect to me.

I put some bread in the toaster and open the fridge. Cracking a few eggs, I fry them up real quick and eat my breakfast. That’s about the only thing I do quick these days. Trying to do anything else with these crutches makes me work twice as hard and I think about bringing her food as a peace offering, but I decide the best thing for me to do is not mention food to her today.

Nova

I just finished setting up the table in the living room. I have my tools set out.

I realize now that I’ve already made a fool of myself. I’m usually not so sensitive about my weight. Honestly, I know what he said was not meant to hurt my feelings.

I can feel my heart beating in my chest, knowing that I’m going to have to apologize to him.

I’m reaching down to get more things out of my bag when I hear him walk in.

I stand up, all ready to apologize when my mouth falls open.

He’s standing in the doorway wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of boxers.

“Sorry, Nova. I don’t have shorts. I’m a rancher and a biker. Neither one of those things really call for shorts.”

Flustered, I look away. “It’s fine. No problem.” I can handle this, I tell myself. He’s just another patient. It is wildly inappropriate for me to have these feelings toward a patient. Hands off, Nova. But really, my hands are going to be on him. You’re a professional, I keep chanting in my head.

“Climb up here.” I pat the therapy bed.

He walks over toward me with the help of the crutches. He pulls himself up on the bed and flinches. I know men like Rancher. He hates for people to see him like this. I turn away and busy myself until he’s settled.

Turning back to him, I inspect his leg. I look over his stab wound and it seems to be healing perfectly. The damage he did was mostly from his fall.

I grab the heating pad and place it over the tight muscles, hoping to loosen them up before we get started.

He’s lying back and his eyes are closed, so I watch him for a second before clearing my throat. “So about this morning, I’m sorry I overreacted.”


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