What the Cowboy Prescribes . . .

For weeks, I''ve needed a partner for my country clinic. Well, I''ve finally found one—right under my own roof! My guest room''s temporary occupant is a rugged hunk who looks more comfortable wearing a Stetson than a stethoscope, and he has secrets—big secrets. He''s also tender, grumpy and practically irresistible! Steve Hartly says he doesn''t practice medicine anymore, but I see the longing in ...