her. She needed to talk to Mark. Maybe she needed to hear him say something sympathetic, something kind and loving that would bring tears to her eyes and joy to her heart.
No, she didnât want sympathy, not even from Mark. But shereally would like to talk to him, and years ago heâd made her promise that if she was ever ill or injured she would let him know. He didnât entirely approve of her unsettled lifestyle, and no doubt sheâd get a brotherly lecture on the dangers inherent in her chosen career. But heâd be sweet, too, once she told him about the accident.
There was a telephone on the bedstand, and she tried not to jostle her sore and aching body while reaching for it. She needed a pain pill badly and knew that she should have taken the one offered by the nurse this morning, even though her own sheer bravado had convinced everyone that she was ready to go home. Truth was, if she knew for a fact that Fanny was being properly cared for, she would gladly stay in this bed for another night.
After dialing Markâs home and getting no answer, Maddie looked up his work number in the little address book she carried in her purse. Mark was a detective for the Whitehorn police department, and Maddie doubted that heâd be sitting at a desk hoping the phone would ring. To her surpriseâwhich was accompanied by a sudden attack of nervesâthe man who answered her call asked for her name and then told her to hang on a minute. Raising his voice, he said, âHey, Mark, your sisterâs on line three.â
Almost at once Markâs voice was in Maddieâs ear. âHey, this is a nice surprise. Whereâre you calling from?â
âAustin, Texas. How are you?â
âCouldnât be better.â
âMarriage agrees with you then.â Mark could still measure his marriage to Darcy Montague in weeks, and Maddie was extremely happy that heâd fallen head over heels for a woman who seemed so perfect for him.
âMore than I ever thought possible. So, whatâs up with you?â
âUh, I had a little accident,â Maddie stammered, suddenly very uncertain about the wisdom of this call. âIn the arena.â
The tenor of Markâs voice instantly changed, from that of a glad-you-called-just-to-say-hi brother to that of the protector heâd been to his baby sister all her life. Mark was thirty, seven years older than Maddie, and from the day of her birth heâd watched over her. That protective side of him was undoubtedly the reason he didnât like her driving her truck all over the country, pulling her trailer and happily heading for the next rodeo.
âHow little is âlittleâ?â he asked suspiciously.
âUmâ¦no major bone breaksâ¦just a couple of tiny bones in my right hand.â
âAnd thatâs all?â
âNo,â she said weakly. âIâm pretty badly bruised. The doctor wants me to take it easy and to stay away from rodeo for a month, which is rather extreme, I believe, andââ
âAnd nothing! Maddie, you do exactly as that doctor says, do you hear me? In fact, if you have to take it easy for a whole month, I want you to come home and do your recuperating in Darcyâs and my guest room.â
âWell, of course,â Maddie drawled. âThatâs exactly what newlyweds need, to share their little love nest with the groomâs sister. Markââ
âStop right there! Youâre at least fifteen hundred miles away and alone. Damn it, Maddie, if it were the other way around and it was me laid up and alone, youâd be here so fast my head would spin. Hey, I just thought of something. Are you calling on your cell phone from your trailer? Weâve got a really clear connection, which doesnât usually happen when you call on your cell.â
Maddie rolled her eyes. Mark was a natural born detective. She should have known heâd recognize the