Judy Christenberry - Struck By The Texas Matchmakers

Diane frowned. “Maybe I’d better continue to hold her. And keep her near her brother. She’s happier when she can see him.”

“You’re a good girl, Diane, just like your sister. Are you staying home now?” he asked as he opened a cupboard.

Straightening her shoulders, she replied, “I’m staying.” She didn’t feel she had a choice. Katie had given up her dream of college when their father died and spent the next ten years putting her siblings through school. Now she was married with a new baby. It was time for Diane to take some of the burden from Katie’s shoulders.

Doc paused, frowning at her over his shoulder. “You happy about that?”

“Of course. I’ve already been offered a job with Mac and Gabe.” She worked hard at the enthusiasm. “Since Rick Astin moved here, there’s a lot more work.”

“Yeah, he’s made a big difference. He paid for the improvements around here, including the ambulance. Nice, isn’t it?”

“Yes. It sure came in handy today.” The little girl screamed when Doc approached her again, a needle in his hands.

“She’s obviously been to the doctor and gotten shots before,” Doc said calmly over the noise she was making. “That’s good.”

The nurse returned with the X rays as Doc administered the shot. By the time he’d finished examining them, the baby had subsided in Diane’s arms, her lids drifting closed, her breathing becoming more even.

“Good, she’s quieted down,” Doc said, checking the little girl again. “We’re going to set the boy’s arm. Then we’ll settle him into a room and you can take his sister in there, okay?”

“Sure, Doc. I’m going to call Mom while you’re doing that, so she won’t worry.”

“Good.”

Her mother was alarmed when Diane called. Gabe had called Katie after the interview, to tell her how things had gone, and she’d called their mother, so Margaret had been expecting Diane home an hour ago.

“I was so worried,” she exclaimed.

“Sorry, Mom, I’m fine. But I found a wreck, with the people injured and I came back to Cactus to help with them.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. But you’ll be home soon?”

“I don’t think so. I’m holding the little girl. She’s maybe two. The mother is being assessed, so I think I’ll stay with the children until we know something.”

She hadn’t realized she’d made a conscious decision until she’d answered her mother. But she couldn’t abandon the sweetheart in her arms. Or the little boy. He couldn’t be older than four. If she had children that age, she’d want—but she didn’t intend to have children. She’d already made that decision.

She settled in a chair in the waiting room, asking the receptionist to let her know when they put the boy in a room. She wished she knew the children’s names.

A few minutes later, Doc came and got her, escorting her and the baby to a small room with a comfortable chair near the bed.

“You sure you can stay?” he asked.

“Yes, of course. Uh, the new doctor, is he good?”

“Very good. Why? Did he do something you didn’t like?”

“No! Of course not. But I didn’t know we had a new doctor, so it kind of shocked me.”

“We’re lucky to have him. He was working in Houston. Came highly recommended. ’Course, he frustrates the matchmakers, you know.”

Diane noted his grin. His own wife was part of the original group of matchmakers who had made Cactus a hotbed of romance. “What have Flo and her friends been doing?”

“Trying to find someone for the ‘new’ doctor to marry. You know how they are. But Jeff won’t have anything to do with their attempts to elevate his social life.”

“Why not?”

“He’s recently widowed. Doesn’t seem interested in other women.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. But he’s a good doctor. He’ll do his best for these little tykes’ mother.”

IN ADDITION TO A concussion, the woman had several broken ribs and a broken collarbone. Jeff, and his partner, Samantha Gibbons, spent a long time trying to put things right.

When their patient was wheeled away to recovery, Samantha sighed as she stripped off her gloves. “Good job, Jeff.”

“Thanks. You, too. We work well together. That’s been a joy this past year.”

She smiled and nodded. “It’s been a good year.”

“Well, not when you were out having that little boy. At least not for me. But I’ve heard he’s the handsomest boy in Cactus.”

“You’ve been talking to Flo again,” Samantha said with a smile.

“Or Mac.”

“Or Doc. He’s always treated Florence and Mac as his family since his own wife died, but after marrying Florence, he watches over us like a hawk. And is just as prejudiced as the rest of us.”

Her smile told him she didn’t object.

“Speaking of kids, I’d better check on the two little ones we brought in with her,” he said, nodding in the direction the nurses had gone with the patient.

“How bad were their injuries?”

“I don’t believe the little girl had much wrong with her. The boy had a broken arm and probably a concussion.”

“I’ll go with you,” Samantha immediately said.

One of the things he liked about his partner was her dedication to her job. But with two babies of her own and a husband, he knew she was ready to go home. “I’ll check on them. You go take care of your own crew.”

“Thanks, Jeff. I’m hoping Flo will have cooked for us. She spoils me.”

“With good reason. You’ve given her grand-babies. You know that’s the goal of every woman in Cactus. I just wish they’d leave me alone,” he added with a sigh.

“Which reminds me. I heard Diane Peters stopped to render aid. You’ll have a lot in common with her soon.”

“I will?” he asked, surprised. Not that he objected. He’d noticed today that she was an attractive woman, like her sister, only a little more sophisticated.

“Well, she’s single and coming back to Cactus. She’ll be working with Mac as soon as she passes the bar.”

“So, the fact that we’re both single is what we have in common?”

“Ah, no. The fact that both of you will be in the sights of the matchmakers is what you’ll have in common.” Sam paused before a big grin appeared on her lips. “Hey, maybe they’ll match you two up and take care of both of you with one wedding!”

“No!” Jeff protested with more volume than he realized.

Jeff could see that his adamant response to her comment had surprised Samantha.

“Are you all right?” she asked, obviously concerned about his overreaction.

“Of course,” he said with a smile.

“You’ve been teased about the matchmakers before, but you never seemed to mind,” Samantha pointed out.

“I must be tense from the surgery. It’s been a little while since we’ve had anything so serious.” He began walking toward the door, anxious to escape his friend’s questions. He had an inkling about what had caused his reaction, but he certainly didn’t want to think about it now.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he added as he pushed against the swinging door.

“Okay. If you need me, you’ll call, won’t you?”

“You know I will, Sam, but hopefully it won’t be necessary.”

Jeff discovered Doc waiting for him in his office. He gave him an update on the two children and told him what room they were in. Jeff sent him home. He knew Doc’s wife, Florence, would be anxious until he arrived.

He surprised himself with the wish he had someone waiting for him. He’d thought about hiring a housekeeper, but it wasn’t the same thing. Besides, there was only him, and he had a woman coming in to clean once a week. And he wasn’t used to home-cooked meals. His wife had been a school counselor and worked long hours. They’d usually met at a restaurant before they went home for the evening.