Fnbytm Myumy Million Dollar Bimbo, a love story by Sky Taylor Zane Armstrong was the worst boss

that Willow had ever worked for hands down. If she hadnt desperately needed the job she would have quit her first day. At least the foreman named Duke had been very kind toher, offering her support and advising her to ignore Zanes rude remarks and open candor. There was no pleasing the cowboy. According to him, he was perfect in every way and he had the stats to back his convictions. Devilishly handsome, broad shoulders, rippling muscles, bronzed hide and he could fill-out a pair of jeans like nobodys business. He was only five years older than her yet he had carvedout a dynasty using both brains and brawn while she was

still wobbling, trying to get her life into first gear. Nonetheless, the devilishly handsome cowboys orders were not to be questioned shed found that out the hard way her first day on the job. When shed arrived, the main office had appeared as if it had been attacked by a Texas-size tornado papers stuffed in every corner of the room, piled on top of Zanes large oak desk and even stacked on the floor. She had spent the entire day organizing the stacks with a filing system which had been met with the cowboys thundering displeasure. She was instructed to do only as she was told and to not touch anything going forward unless it was on her desk, a rather small pathetic desk in comparison to his own deskzilla. The next few days had been spent disorganizing the papers, placing them back where she had originally found

them which had been a miracle in itself. Then there was the offhanded remark she had made to him which he had taken issue with. If a cattle rancher was called a cattle baron she had assumed that a sheep rancher was called a sheep baron. No that had not gone over well at all and neither had her attempt to remedy the tense situation when shed offered, I suppose that was a sheep joke. The glance hed given her could have moved mountains no doubt. And now there was the current dilemma at hand. All morning she had attempted to reach him; hed been with the crew of cowboys working the Armstrong Ranch about twenty of them in all. Her dilemma involved a million dollar property deal which she now knew had gone sour a situation which would not only cost the ranch a lot of money and wasted time, but also embarrassment.

The situation had started earlier that morning. Ignoring Zanes orders Willow had went out on a limb, doing a bit of research. Due to the small workload the cowboy was allowing her to perform, most days were rather boring. And whenever he walked into the office unexpectedly, he would give her the evil eye as if she were wasting company time when in fact, she had nothing to work on - her menial desk so.menial. If only she could have pursued her dream of becoming a veterinarian a dream that was currently on-hold. There was nothing she loved more in life than animals. Shed had very high marks in college and had earned the necessary science degrees. She only needed four years of veterinary college, then three to four more years of residency. Unfortunately it was the four years of veterinary college that was standing in her way. The local veterinarian, Doc Hughes had extracted a promise from her that she would do her residency here in Springfield. After completion of her

residency, they had decided that she would take over the practice while Doc Hughes spent the rest of his days doing what he loved best fishing with his best friend, Hal. She had expected to be accepted to the veterinarian college where she had applied last spring but things had not panned out, her choice of college experiencing a mix-up with her application. By the time she had reapplied, the classes were full. At least the college had offered her an apology but unfortunately could not fit her in this year as their student criteria had been met. Next year next year for certain she kept telling herself. Thats all the time she needed to last under Zane Armstrongs employment. Her thoughts spiraled back to her current dilemma which involved twentyfive thousand acres of prime ranchland that Zane intended to purchase for one million dollars. The ranch in question

was well known for its cattle operation prime stock; there was a huge mansion on the property giving wide berth for expansion. All in all, the deal was worth twice Zanes offer, but given the limping economy and his expertise in negotiations the property was selling for far below market value. Attorney Morgan in Springfield was handling the transaction for his client, Ms. Violet Sanders who had married the recently-deceased rancher whod been three times her age - young enough to be his granddaughter. Violet was not only young she was built like an iron grill, tough and enduring determined to get what she wanted, regardless of the consequences. Old man Sanders hadnt even known what had hit him when hed married the siren a dear in headlights. A desperate dear concerned more about Sanders financial status than the man himself.

And Violet was itching to have the money in hand a cool one million dollars minus attorney fees, agreeing to a short sale with a deadline of twelve noon today. After that, the offer was off the table and the property would be offered to the next bidder, local rancher Mister Brannigan who was chomping at the bits to get his hands on the prime stock, the mansion and the property itself. Willow had started her investigation by reviewing Mister Sanders obituary. She had been shocked to discover that he had two grown children who lived a state away. It hadnt taken her much effort to reach his son who of course had the Sanders surname; the obit had listed his first name as well as his sisters full name. The young Sanders had been rather appalled to learn that the property was up for sale as he and his sister were filing a protest against their stepmother, contesting the validity of the will she held in hand. It appeared that

the elder Mister Sanders had the sense to draw-up a new will towards the end of his life listing his children as his sole beneficiaries. As the situation expanded, Willow was stunned to discover that Violet hadnt shared the knowledge of this new will with Attorney Morgan. Having foresight she also took the liberty of contacting Mister Brannigan to apprise him of the situation; his response had been one of great relief. It had been an effort to end the conversation because he kept thanking her again and again. She jerked her blue eyes to the door as Zane thundered into the office, tossing his cowboy hat onto an empty chair. Do you realize that youre interrupting something vital, Ms. Heartland? Ive an injured cowboy in the coral- Mister Armstrong, its important. Its about the Sanders deal. Ive performed some research-

You what! he practically yelled, his dark eyes snapping like a mud turtle. Oh dear. He wasnt happy not in the least Willow decided as she swallowed with difficultly and attempted to speak with him in a civilized manner. Right now though, there wasnt a blame thing that was civilized about the tall, handsome cowboy before her. Have you called and verified the transaction with Attorney Morgan? he wanted to know, glancing at his expensive timepiece before his eyes resettled onto her rather pale looking face. Not yet, she managed, her throat suddenly feeling tight. The idiot was giving her a panic attack. Thats what I needed to talk with you about- Madam, the deadline is twelve noon ten minutes from now, he lashed out, one index finger encased in a leather glove pointing to his timepiece. If we

dont cinch the deal, the offer will go to Brannigan. I suggest you make that call pronto - or youll be looking for work elsewhere! And if I didnt have an injured cowboy sitting in the coral, Id take the task to hand myself. But- No buts! Just do it, he grated out, storming over to the empty chair and grabbing his hat as he marched stiffly from the room, mumbling something about blond bimbos under his breath. Willow squared her tiny shoulders and shook her head, her long blond hair moving with her. She didnt care what hed said she wasnt going to make the call. Besides, she felt it was Zane Armstrongs responsibility to apprise Attorney Morgan of the potentially criminal situation.

Furthermore, she had already spoken with the kind foreman Duke two hours ago regarding the issue and her findings just before she had contacted Mister Brannigan. In fact, like Brannigan - Duke had complimented her investigative work, saying it was great to finally have a secretary who had a brain. Unfortunately, the only person Zane felt had a brain at the Armstrong Ranch was himself. At five passed noon she was preparing to grab her sandwich from the office fridge when Zane huffed into the room, getting straight to the point. Did you make the call and verify the transaction? No, I didnt, she informed, her blue eyes looking into his dark ones which grew even darker over her announcement. She held her hands to her ears as he delivered a line of purple language.

Then he asked, Do you realize what your foolish antics have cost the ranch? Ill be lucky to manage the purchase after this idiotic blunder! That is, if Brannigan hasnt already snapped up the deal. Mister Armstrong, Brannigan- about Mister

Get out! he ordered, pointing to the door as the room suddenly went deadly silent. Willow parted her perfectly painted pink lips then clamped them shut again. It was useless he was useless. If anyone was wasting anyones time, he was wasting hers. He mistook her silence for defiance as she was just standing there in front of him, giving him a harsh, raking glance. Before she realized what was happening he had taken herby the elbow and was steering her gingerly to the door. She

was at the coral where the horses were stabled before she realized what had happened. What an ogre! He hadnt even allowed her to collect her personal belongings her sandwich and a kitty knick-knack which had belonged to her beloved grandmother, God rest her dear soul. Thankfully her car keys and identification were tucked into the kangaroo pockets of her oversized blouse. She was still steaming when she saw the tall, lean cowboy anchored by the fence palings nursing his right hand which was covered in bright red blood. Obviously, he was the injured cowboy whom Zane had referenced only moments ago. Let me see, she told him and he sighed deeply, giving her his hand as shed requested.

Hurts like the devil, he managed, his voice edged with pain, his hand trembling. Its a nasty zinger and may require stitches, she told him. No way. Not seeing any sawbones, he assured her. Stay here; let me get my medical bag. Medical bag? You some sort of nurse as well as a secretary, pretty lady? She turned and walked backwards to her bright yellow car parked in the near distance, telling him, Nope Im a wanna-be vet. By the time she was finishing bandaging his hand she had discovered the cowboys name was Grant and she was aware that they had a one-man audience observing them in the background Zane Armstrong.

His long form was reclined against another section of wooden fencing, locked in silence. Zane observed the little filly nursing Grant back to good health. Based on her delicate manner with him, a stranger might have assumed she was a crackerjack doctor. In truth, she was simply a cracker. A cracker who had cost the ranch a pretty penny and one heck of a bargain. As for the lost real estate deal, he was certain that Brannigan had wasted no time in securing it for himself at a slightly lower offer than Zane had made to Violet Sanders yet another cracker. As to Willow Heartland - good riddance but of course there wasnt any harm in her patching up his cowboy before she sailed off into the golden sunset. Grant had been adamant about not seeking proper medical attention. It was his hand, after all and right now, Zane wasnt in a mood to argue with the fool.

Even so, there was nothing he hated worse than interviewing potential new hires. It was a living shame that Ms. Willow Heartland hadnt worked out. She was simply too stubborn and insubordinate. Obviously, she had a personal agenda. Too bad she was lacking a few brain cells, albeit he had liked her impromptu filing system shed set up in the office but he wasnt fool enough to let her know that. She was the give an inch, take a mile type of person. But she wasnt hard on the eyes, although far too nervous for his liking. In fact, he had rather enjoyed intimidating her over the last two weeks. Unfortunately, today she had mastered the art of ignoring him; she had completely disregarded his orders regarding the property transaction and she was ignoring him now. Gee thanks, Ms. Willow, Grant was telling her. It doesnt hurt anything like it did.

Good. Now keep it elevated and take a pain tablet, she reminded him, tucking her medical supplies back into the deep black bag and snapping it shut. I will, he promised. Boss said to head to the bunkhouse earlier. Ill do that now. Just need to take care of the lamb. Dread doing that. Willow gazed up, her blue eyes colliding with Zanes dark ones and she pursed her pink lips at him. Grant whirled around as his boss unexpectedly drawled, Ill take care of the lamb. Get to the bunkhouse, Grant. Thanks boss, he managed, Willow detecting a weak bleat of a lamb as the injured Grant staggered off towards the bunkhouse. Her attention was drawn to the jeep pulling into the parking area in front of the office. Duke had returned.

Willow suddenly wished she could stick around to see the shocked look on Zanes face after Duke explained the property incident to him. He would be begging her to stay at that point. But there was nothing Zane could say to make her reconsider working here. He was too volatile, too smug and too unpredictable. And he wasnt half as smart as he thought he was, Willow tacked on for good measure. Zane turned and she noticed the pistol strapped around his hips for the first time, the sound of the bleating lamb reaching her ears again. Without giving it thought she followed him and as they rounded the corner a little lamb lay nestled on the hay. It was smeared with blood and was having issue rising from the hay.

Zane pulled out the gun and when he would have taken aim, she rushed in front of him. What do you think youre doing! she rushed out, her eyes going from him to the injured lamb. Go home, Ms. Heartland. You wouldnt understand these things and its nothing youll want stuck in your mind- Youre an idiot, she managed, Zanes handsome head darting back as if shed slapped him and slapped him hard. While he struggled to recover she grabbed a checkered horse blanket draped over the fence, wrapped it around the lamb and was walking out of the stables. Hey! Come back here! he yelled at her, re-pocketing the pistol into the holster and following her, taking two booted steps to her one. What do you

think youre doing! he demanded, on her heels now. She abruptly turned, Zane almost ramming into her, the little lamb bleating from beneath the checkered blanket. Hes mine now. You were going to kill him anyway, she told him in a stiff tone, lifting her chin in a defiant stance. Zane rolled his lips into a bow then told her, Hes injured too badly to survive. Youre only going to linger his pain. Dont be a fool. Again, he tacked on for good measure, Willow seeming to grow two feet in the process. Fool? Youre the fool, Mister Armstrong. Youre a-a big dumb dodo bird a giant dodo bird who is too stubborn and set in his ways for his own good! Now look, lady-

Lady? Huh! Im possibly the only lady that youve met in a long time given the line of-of sultry ditzoids youre so fond of dating! They arent dating you for your brain, dear rather your fortune but of course, youre too dense to see that too. Mark my word, theres a Violet out there whos going to nail you one day before you realize your idiocy, and Zane had a strong feeling that she wasnt referring to any type of flower rather Violet Sanders, the cracker-slash-gold-digger. He placed his hands on lean hips and for a moment she considered he might redraw his pistol and shoot her. Before she totally lost every ounce of her dignity she grabbed her medical bag and quickly made tracks to her bright yellow car in the distance, holding the bleating lamb close to her. Zane remained where he was, studying her as she and Duke shared a rather feisty conversation in the short distance, the cowboy assisting her with loading the bleating lamb into the car.

Dukes face was redder than a Detroit beet by the time he joined him a few minutes later, Ms. Willow Heartland leaving the ranch rather briskly, a large cloud of dust masking her exit. The million dollar bimbo, Zane drawled, shoving back the Stetson as the car disappeared from sight. It was so yellow that it had hurt his eyes to look at it, and he suddenly recollected a moment last week when shed told him that it was her favorite color. Duke was shaking his head negatively and when Zane looked at him, he narrowed his dark eyes in confusion then informed, Dont be in a mood with me. I dont like shifting through new hires any better than you do. Long story short, the fool girl didnt complete the property deal with Attorney Morgan. Shes cost the ranch a good penny, as well as time and trouble- Youre an idiot! Duke told him, narrowing the gray eyes at him. And if I

wasnt your uncle, Id be quitting bout now. Me? Zane practically squeaked. For your information big fellow, that little lady just saved the ranch a million dollars, a sack full of headaches and embarrassment. She called me a few hours ago because she couldnt reach you in the field. Fortunately for you, she took time to delve into the matter and discovered that old man Sanders left a revised will just before his death leaving everything to his two grown children in Arkansas. They are preparing a lawsuit to contest Violet Sanders claim to her late husbands fortune as we speak. Good grief, Zane managed, looking a bit sick now his tanned hide reverting to a shade of pale. You study on that and if you have half the sense that you think that you do, youll go after her, Duke told him,

walking away his spurs jingling as he headed towards the bunkhouse to check on Grant mumbling something about hardheads. CHAPTER TWO Zane pulled in front of the three story apartment complex, narrowing his dark eyes over the area. It wasnt the best part of town, nor the worst. Even so, not a proper place for a young woman. He exited the pickup with a bouquet of yellow roses planted in his hands, the kitty trinket in the other. He hoped that his notation of her fondness for the color yellow went to his favor. Maybe he should have purchased a box of chocolates. Women liked chocolates he tacked onto his whirling thoughts. Then again, most of the women he dated tended to prefer diamonds. And that thought caused a bit of personal pain due to Willows insulting

comments less than an hour ago. And it pained him further still to acknowledge that her comments had been quite accurate. Maybe he should have skipped the flowers as well as thoughts of chocolates and moved to the diamond phase. It was going to take a lot of dancing to get her back. He owed her big time; perhaps the debt was too steep to ever repay. There was a wild party going on, a group of young men standing outside the open door of an apartment located on the first floor, the smell of weed reaching Zanes nostrils. Lookin for someone? the guy with the orange Mohawk inquired before taking a long drag on his smoke. Willow Heartland, he managed in a deadpan tone of voice.

Third floor, number two-ten, the guy supplied, Zane nodding in the process. He flinched when the guy added, Shes a looker. Ive asked her out five times myself. Always a no. Good luck with that. But Ive a feeling youll need more than flowers. Zane nodded again as thoughts of diamonds filled his head, the stranger being rather vocal in front of his friends. He added, Shes babysittin right now. Kid wont shut up either. Stick a bottle in its mouth while youre there, why dont ya? Great. Just what he needed having to apologize in front of a kid. As he made his way to the door of apartment two ten he realized that there wasnt a baby in Willows apartment, rather that darn lamb she had been so intent on saving. Sounded terrible too like it was experiencing pain, bleating weakly now.

Willow heard the knock on the door, grinding her teeth in the process. Those weed-smoking idiots had already interrupted her three times now telling her to keep the baby quiet. They were the ones making all the noise! If they would leave her alone she could finish treating Herbie and hed quit bleating. She threw open the door and batted her blue eyes in shock as Zanes tall, handsome form came into view. His right fist held a wad of yellow roses, his left hand the kitty knick knack that had belonged to her beloved grandmother. Like some Kung Fu warrior she snatched the kitty out of his hand and slammed the door in his face. For the next ten minutes he banged on the door until the party people yelled at him to keep it down then she heard him walking away, the faint sound of spurs jingling in the distance.

Willow relaxed. Obviously, Duke had explained the entire property fiasco to him. And she wasnt about to give him the opportunity to apologize yellow roses or not. He would have to live with it a lesson in manors she smiled to herself. Even so, it didnt help her current situation. She had enough savings to last her a couple of months, so she would need to secure employment very quickly. Perhaps she should have followed her first instinct and pursued a nursing career. Then again, she wasnt fond of most people. At least animals didnt have a tongue that ripped someone to shreds. Herbie was drifting off to sleep now, finally comfortable. She had set his broken leg and had fed him a bottle of warm milk. She had also warmed him a few blankets in the rickety apartment dryer and he appeared very content.

What she was going to do with a baby lamb in her apartment she didnt know. Perhaps dear Doc Hughes could assist. She hadnt spoken with him since shed shared the bad news that hed have to put off his retirement plans for another year down the road. Sighing she sat down at her small kitchen table. There was the mail to sort through and perhaps she could get some employment leads in the newspaper. The first piece of mail was junk but as she moved to the second letter, her heart stopped. It was from the veterinarian college where she had applied - marked Urgent, Dated Material. A minute later she was crying tears of joy the college offering her a spot if she would arrive within the week. The semester had just begun. The letter went on to say that they had been contacted by Doctor Vernon Hughes who had convinced them to allow room for her enrollment.

And when she opened the third letter she was crying so hard that she could barely make out the twenty-five thousand dollar check for the student loan she had applied for. ZANE WAS furious on the ride back to the ranch. The least the little vixen could have done was to hear him out. She knew he was there to apologize. Instead she had left him gazing at a dirty white door. Although he was grateful to her, he wasnt about to eat crow for anyone, particularly dead crow. Even so, he decided he would return tomorrow and attempt once more to clear the air between them. He would even insist that she return to work with a substantial pay increase. Duke had told him that shed had trouble landing a job that they were scarce given the economy. It was the least he could do for her.

But when he returned the following evening he was told by the orangeheaded kid that Willow had abruptly packed her bags and left earlier that morning with her baby wrapped tightly in a checkered blanket. THREE YEARS LATER. Go check out the sign outside, Doc Hughes suggested to Willow, his old face wrinkled compliments of the Hands of Time. She was smiling from ear to ear, excited about settling into her new position. Doc Hughes was anxious to begin his retirement and was insisting that Willow start treating his current clientele. He was even further thrilled that she had completed her required courses a year sooner than projected given her studious nature. At this point, he thought she knew more than he did about doctoring animals. She was smarter than a whip, and

so beautiful. The townspeople of Springfield would love her. And she had the most wonderful nature about her; a good spirit a kind spirit. Willow gazed at the new sign with her name embossed in huge letters, scrawled across the top of the building. It looked wonderful. She felt wonderful and so excited about beginning her new job. After all she had waited a this opportunity. She had time would never arrive time. And now that it had, seemed to fly by. long time for thought this this space in the time had

Ten minutes later, Mrs. Green arrived at the office with her poodle Cherish, Doc Hughes going over the patient file with Willow. The dog is healthier than a horse, he told her. But Mrs. Green insists it has hidden ills. Im perplexed as what to do. I mean.I cant order medication for

something that isnt there. So do what you will. Take note that Mrs. Green has a nasty temper when it comes to her precious poodle. Its more child than pet much like your Herbie. Thats just lovely, Willow mocked, Doctor Hughes chuckling over her comment. First patient too. Once Cherish was on the examination table, Willow began by examining the poodles teeth, Mrs. Green already fretting and working up a storm given the new vet. I know that Doctor Hughes doesnt think my baby has a problem but Im the mommy, and the mommy always knows when there is a problem, she told Willow. Youre right, she told Mrs. Green who widened her grey eyes in shock eyes which matched the mat of short hair to a tee.

I am? she managed, bringing up a hand to her throat. Yes. Cherish is in need of massage therapy. I can show you how to do such- Oh my! I knew she had an issue. Is-is it serious? No, not at all, Willow assured with a comforting smile. Just rub her like this in this spot andhere. Cherish stuck her neck out as well as her back legs, enjoying the massage immensely. Oh my, she looks quite content, Mrs. Green noted. Dear, would you mind terribly if I brought her in regularly for one of your professional massages? Id prefer that you do the magic as I might injure something important. Id be happy to do that Cherish, Willow smiledagain. for

Mrs. Green left in high spirits, purchasing a rhinestone collar and four doggy outfits on her way out. See? Youre already making the clients very happy, Doctor Hughes smiled. A darn massage; why didnt I think of that? If Cherish had been human, Id have recommended sugar pills. Willow giggled with him and they both walked back into the lobby together, his hand clasped around her shoulder. A cowboy entered the front door, Willow instantly recognizing him. Grant from the Armstrong Ranch. And his face looked rather pinched. Ms. Willow? he asked, closing the distance. Why Ill declare. Fancy seeing you here. Im guessing youre taking over Docs place based on the sign out front?

I am, she assured with a smile. How have you been, Grant? I take it that your hand healed nicely? Just like new thanks to you. When I read the sign out front, Id hoped that youd be the same Willow. Sure glad that you are. Is everything alright at the ranch? Doc Hughes asked. Thats the main reason I bolted in here, Grant informed. I was in town collecting feed and got a call from the boss man. One of the horses is birthing and it aint going well. Boss said to drop over here and get you out to the ranch ASAP. Doc Hughes nodded, turning to Willow. This is more your expertise. Im best with smaller animals as you know, Cherish aside. If youll go with Grant, Ill hold down the fort here.

She grabbed her medical bag, checked it for the proper tools then headed out the door with Grant having mixed feelings about seeing the owner of Armstrong Ranch again. Out of curiosity she pried to Grant as they made tracks in the red pickup, Is Zane Armstrong still your boss? Sure is, Ms. Willow, he nodded. And wont he be surprised to see you. She swallowed the lump in her throat as the ranch came into view. CHAPTER THREE The mare was in a stall lying on the ground, breathing heavily. As soon as Willow entered the area with Grant her blue eyes locked with Zanes dark ones. Other than a momentary flicker, she couldnt see any other evidence of surprise.

When she went to enter the stall, he warned her, Dont go in there she doesnt take to strangers. Willow ignored him, Zane drawing his mouth into a bow. He didnt know whether to be relieved that the horse had accepted her presence or disappointed that she hadnt been attacked. For some unexplainable reason, this woman did her darnedest to defy him. Duke and Grant stood outside the stall with him, watching her work her tiny hands moving so quickly that they were difficult to follow. Amid her deft movements she spoke softly to the mare which appeared to settle her some. Whats know. her name? she wanted to

Lisa, Zane eased out, then he tensed as Grant added with a wide grin, Named after one of his wild girlfriends.

The grin immediately fizzled when Zane tossed him a warning look and he stiffened further when Willow drawled in a mocking tone, Even so, I wouldnt have named my beloved horse after a gold-digger. Forgive me if I choose to associate her name with my dearly departed grandmother, Lisa. He was still trying to recover from her tart comments when she instructed, Zane, come hold her steady while I turn the foal- Are you sure it needs to be turned? he asked, Willow narrowing her blue eyes at him aggravated that he was secondguessing her - again. But due to the mares current level of pain she chose to ignore him, concentrating her efforts on Duke. Duke, will you please assist? she had asked. Sorry, but Lisa doesnt take kindly to anyone here except Zane, little lady, he

told her,Willow stiffening in the process. Dont know why she took so kindly to you. Then again, who wouldnt? Youre a pretty little thing. Willow delivered a deep sigh and was relieved when Zane relented and did as she instructed. Ten minutes later the foal was out, Lisa standing and cleaning her baby. Willow rose to stand beside Zane, easing out, Congratulations. Youre the parent of a brand new filly. She melted as he smiled at her unexpectedly, the smile suddenly transforming him. She had almost forgotten how handsome this cowboy was. Almostbut not quite. Hed remained in her thoughts almost continually when she had attended the vet college. At the time, she had assumed he had emotionally scarred her. But now, she wasnt so sure of that assumption. And why was her heart

virtually beating out of her chest right now? Duke and Grant were suddenly complimenting her hard work, both of them telling her how happy they were to see her back in Springfield again. And then they quickly vanished to resume their various responsibilities associated with the ranch. It was only the mare, the filly, Zane and herself now. You exceeded my expectations, he managed, not knowing where or how to begin. He did know that hed missed her like all get-out. After she had basically vanished into thin air he had searched for answers, finally learning the truth from Doc Hughes. Hed actually been relieved to discover that she would be returning after her courses were completed at the vet college to serve her residency in Springfield.

Oddly enough, the few words that she had spoken to him when shed exited his life that day had played feverishly on his mind, particularly her comments regarding his love life. Shed been spoton. The moment hed stopped lavishing his romantic interest at the time, things had plummeted downhill. It was true the truth hurt. So, Ive finally did something to please you, she told him, unable to resist the jab. He flinched then recovered quite swiftly. I tried to apologize to you but you slammed the door in my face. I remember the moment quite well. When I returned the next day to discover youd disappeared into thin air, it was very concerned. I searched like the devil to locate you. Finally, Doc Hughes provided the necessary answers.

What happened with Violet Sanders? Willow asked, shifting her gaze from Zanes disturbing glance to Lisa. The foals hair was beginning to fluff out. She was fortunate in that Sanders kids didnt press charges on her, Zane informed in a deep tone, Willow not missing the irritation laced within. Violet had a one-way plane ticket to Belize where she planned to live out her days quite comfortably.with my money. As we both are aware, she had at least a million good reasons to do such. That was good of Sanders kids to let her off; Im uncertain if I would have been so understanding, Willow told him, Zane a little stunned by her words as hed considered her a cupcake with vanilla icing. My thoughts exactly. Ill tell you this; if she had wound up with a million dollars from the Armstrong Ranch she would

have been lucky to see forty. Do you remember Brannigan? Oh yes; I remember everything, she assured, Zane eyes lighting over her comments. The woman had grit sassy and a bit too sure of herself. And the sudden discovery of such reminded him a bit of himself. Why if the two of them ever had kids together. Whoa! What tree did that thought sprout from? Obviously, it had been too long inbetween girlfriends. Why he wouldnt marry Willow Heartland if she were the last available woman on earth. Wrestling with his private thoughts he managed, Hes still singing praises about you. I would imagine hell open your services to his ranch with open arms. She jerked her blond head back to him when he added, Three years too late but thank you for rescuing a deal gone sour. The ranch would still be feeling the

repercussions if youd tied up the deal with Attorney Morgan that day. Thanks, she managed. I did get your foremans input before charging forward. Dukes such a nice man. Old enough to be your father. That didnt stop Violet, Willow toyed, not knowing why. It was a silly statement to make. She wasnt the least interested in Duke. However, she took great pleasure in Zanes look of dissatisfaction over her remarks. My uncle wasnt too happy with my actions in firing you that day. Your uncle? confused. she pried, suddenly

Zane drew his eyebrows together. You do realize that Dukes my uncle? Actually no. I didnt have any idea.

He came down on me like white on rice after you peeled out that day. When he told me the details surrounding Violets scheme, I could have been knocked over with a feather. Well, things ended very well. Thankfully, Doc Hughes had been working behind the scenes - putting in a good word for me at the vet college and insisting that they find a spot for me. The rest is history. Through the sudden silence her cell rang and she answered directly. Doc Hughes, good to hear from you. Everything went exceptionally well after the foal was turned. A filly healthy and fit. Zanes ears flared when Willow eased out after a sudden burst of silence, Im worried about Herbie. What? Oh thank you, Doc Hughes. I would really appreciate that, as will Herbie. Tell him that I love him and that Ill be home

soon. Right. Goodbye and yes, Ill see you in the morning. Zane felt as if someone had smashed him in the guts. Herbie? Obviously a male love interest. He had assumed she was still single. Surely Herbie wasnt her husband? As soon as she pocketed the phone he conveniently asked, Im not sure what to call you these days. Willow? Doc Heartland? Either will do but I prefer Willow. If you choose to call me Doc Heartland, then Ill have to revert to calling you Mister Armstrong again, right? She smiled at him and he felt as if he were a melting snowman. Obviously, this Herbie was her live-in lover. So, you live alone? he pried, unable to help himself.

Just me and my darling Herbie, she told him and when she would have continued to update him on Herbies recovery as well as brag about his stint as temporary mascot at the vet college, Duke called out from the distance. Got some coffee on the stove! Come and get it, Zane! He looked at her for verification and she nodded. Sounds lovely. Ill be here a few more hours monitoring Lisa and her filly. If you have things to do, please dont feel obligated to stay with me. But he planned to do just that until a matter popped up that couldnt be handled without his expert attention. He had wanted to discuss her relationship with this Herbie in detail but by the time he returned to the stables Willow was gone, a note in her place:

Ill drop by early in the a.m. to check on Lisa and her foal. Sincerely, Willow CHAPTER FOUR Zane rose early five a.m. He arrived at the stables by five-thirty only to find yet another note from Willow. Good grief! The woman was quicker than liquor and two images flew before his eyes the first of her snatching the trinket from his hands, the second of those tiny hands tending so aptly to Lisa yesterday. Abandoning his thoughts he turned his attention to her note. Sorry to have missed you. If youd like to drop by the office later today or give me a call to discuss Lisas progress, feel free to do such. Shes doing exceptionally well with no foreseeable issues. I would also like to ask you to my house soon for dinner so that you can visit with my darling Herbie. I think the two of you would get along swell. Sincerely, Willow

Zane balled up the note and tossed it to the ground, the fuse instantly lit where his level of frustration and anger were concerned. Then again, why? And he suddenly realized why; he was in love with Willow had been for the past three-plus years. She was the reason why no other female had perked his interest since shed vanished. And now this Herbie fellow had only complicated matters. WILLOW HAD just left the Brannigan Ranch, finding the elderly owner Mister Brannigan a total delight. It had been a joy treating his prize bull. Luckily, he had sought treatment for the barbwire wound before an infection had settled in. As she drove back towards the office her thoughts veered to Zane. What on earth had possessed her to ask him to dinner? WellHerbie of course, she silently justified.

But she was only fooling herself. Fact was, she realized last night that she had fallen in love with the man three-plus years ago. Even the separation of time hadnt erased such. Zane Armstrong was maddening addictive; she rather enjoyed putting him in his place, yet would never go as far as to attack his dignity.again. And the way hed looked at her last evening. It was more than curiosity. Perhaps admiration? Noit was even more than that. Surely, not love? ZANE ENTERED Doc Hughes office and settled into the plush chair opposite his desk. Willow should be back shortly. Just tending Brannigans prize bull who had a run-in with some barbed wire, Doc Hughes informed.

They were interrupted by the receptionist Connie who entered with a tray of coffee. One day Im going to steal you away from here and talk you into working at my ranch, Zane told her, Connie beaming a smile in the process. Sorry cowboy but my heart is here with Doc Hughes. And Willows a lovely person. We clicked right off. Like sisters, Connie informed, Doc Hughes beaming a smile now. I thought that Widow Hanes was working for you now, he plied as Connie exited the room. She does. Actually does very nice work, Zane relayed, taking a long sip of the hot coffee. Cant make coffee like Connie though. And if I hadnt organized the ranchs filing system, I daresay the woman could locate the time of day.

That was Willows brainchild if Im correctly recalling, Doc Hughes reminded with another smile, Zane tensing in the process. Then he teased, Ive got you in the hot seat, young man. Doesnt happen often so I have to take full advantage surely you understand. Then, By the way, I take it that you and Willow have mended fences over the Sanders incident? Zane nodded. If anyone would know about this Herbie fellow, Doc Hughes would. He seemed to be a fountain of knowledge where town gossip was concerned. Then again, his fishing buddy Hal was the original source; Doc was only getting second-hand information. Doc, Ill be frank with you, Zane drawled in a cautious tone. If Willow wasnt already involved with this.Herbie fellow, Id be asking her out. Instead, she invited me over to meet him. Thinks wed hit it off-

He cut off his comments as he heard Connie going into a fit of laughter from the lobby area, Doc Hughes suddenly joining her. What was so funny? Were these two mocking him? And when he demanded to know what was so funny the two of them laughed even harder. He heard a loud thump from the lobby and when he rose to check it out he found Connie on the floor, doubled over with laughter. She managed, Good grief I-I laughed so hard that I fell out of my chair, and then she doubled over again. Doc Hughes was suddenly standing beside of him and put an arm around Zanes shoulders leading him to the back door which exited into the holding pens of the clinic. No need to wait, son Herbies out back waiting on Willow. Let me introduce the two of you, he told him, Zane starting to balk now Connie still

overcome with laughter. The only sound coming out of her now was a shrill squeak. Theres no need, Zane managed, still locked in confusion. Im sure that Herbies busy. Yes, hes having lunch in fact, Doc Hughes assured him, his wrinkled face etched with a mischievous smile. Actually, he stays here during the day while Willow works, then goes home with her on the weekends. They paused at a stall and Doc Hughes pointed and said, Zane - Herbie. Herbie Zane. Zanes dark eyes widened as a magnificent looking ram came into view. I-I dont get it, he managed. But he wasnt confused as to what hed like to do with the ram that being, introduce him to his best ewes.

Doc Hughes leaned on the fence gauging Zanes reaction. This is the baby lamb that Willow took from the Armstrong Ranch the day you fired her. Youre kidding, Zane managed, then No, youre not. Herbie served as a temporary mascot where Willow attended vet college. He was all the rage voted most popular male last year. I can see why, Zane mused aloud, relieved to find that he had been jealous of a ram. I had all but forgotten about the lamb. Willow, she was so feisty that day charged in front of me, scooped up the lamb and whisked him away. There was no talking her out of it. They both whirled around as Willows voice floated to them through the short distance.

Ah, my surprise is spoiled, she laughed as she closed the distance. Connie filled me in. On everything? Zane wanted to know, suddenly feeling so.vulnerable, so embarrassed. On everything, Willow informed, her face lighting with another smile as Zane once again considered how beautiful she was. Doc Hughes was sneaking away now that the dirty work was over, mumbling something about a fishing date with his buddy Hal. As soon as he vanished from the crime scene, Willow challenged, Connie seems to think that youre interested in me. Connie thinks managed. too much, Zane

Oh, so its not true, Willow eased out, feeling disappointed but she wasnt about to let him see her true emotions. I didnt say that, he told her, Willow feeling all warm and fuzzy again. And suddenly she was pulled into Zanes warm embrace, his lips meeting her own in a passionate kiss. A few months later THE WEDDING was scheduled for Valentines Day and Willow couldnt be happier. There were bushels of roses to be ordered, all yellow as well as the cakes, punch and other goodies. Mister Brannigan had arranged to book the Sanders mansion for the event and Willow had decided that he along with Widow Hanes, Connie, Hal and Doc Hughes had invited every citizen of Springfield. The wedding promised to be

the event of the year if not the decade. There was only one slight issue; where Willow was going to locate a bright yellow wedding gown was certainly a challenge. A penny for your thoughts, Zane told her as he entered the stables to find his bride-to-be petting Lisa and her filly. It was late evening and they had just been placed into their protective stall. Im wondering about my wedding gown. Again, she teased him, Zane silencing her with a passionate kiss. You know that I adore you, he told her, pulling her away to gaze into her lovely face. And yes, I know that Ive not been pleased over your decision to wear a yellow wedding gown, but with your beautiful skin tone and those bright blue eyes of yours youd look amazing in anything ornothing at all.

Im so pleased to have finally won you over, she teased with a smile, dusting his firm lips with another kiss. Now thats settled, I was thinking about changing your white tux into a yellow one- No way! he protested, inwardly grimacing because he knew in the end hed do most anything Willow desired of him including wearing a yellow tux. And before this was over, shed probably make Herbie the official flower boy. Finally, although zany at times, his life was complete. THE END