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Chocolate brown eyes followed her back to the examining table, the good-for-you, dark chocolate kind that melted in your mouth. Her favorite.
Newcomb tilted his head to the side, lips tipped into a breath-robbing smile. “You from around here, Miss McAllister? I thought I caught a touch of a Texas accent.”
“Yes, I’m a Texan.”
“So, what brought you to Elling, Texas?”
Sawdust peppered his short-cropped, brown hair. The itch to do a little dusting sizzled up her arm. She focused on preparing his bandaging instead.
“Just a yearning to get out of the big city.” She shrugged and tore open a package of gauze. Under any other circumstance, she’d enjoy swapping stories with the handsome bullfighter. Learn about his fascinating, yet dangerous, job. Why he did it? What drew him to the sport? Yet, until she felt safe in Elling, she’d have to clamp down on her curiosity about other people, and hope her aloof act would deflect their interest in her.
“Can’t blame you for wanting to get out of that, but then I’m a small town...ow! Careful, Doc.”
“Hold still then,” Whitman suggested.
“He does that on purpose, you know.” Newcomb flashed those twinkling browns at her. “So which of our big cities? Austin? Houston?”
He wasn’t taking the hint. “Does it matter?”
“Don’t suppose...’less it’s some big, bad, dark secret.” Still grinning impishly, he dropped his voice to a whisper. “You on the lam or something?”
Ice filled her veins. That comment hit a little too close to the truth.
Her reaction must’ve shown on her face. Newcomb frowned, then looked away.“Hey, don’t matter none. I’m just making conversation while ol’ Doc—”
“Dallas.” Heaven only knew why she said it. Maybe it was seeing him lying there half dressed, looking all harmless and almost trustworthy. Almost.