Diana Palmer - Tough to Tame (Harlequin Romance)

C APPIE D RAKE peered around a corner inside the veterinary practice where she worked, her soft gray eyes wide with apprehension. She was looking for the boss, Dr. Bentley Rydel. Just lately, hed been on the warpath, and shed been the target for most of the sarcasm and harassment. She was the newest employee in the practice. Her predecessor, Antonia, had resigned and run for the hills last month.

Hes gone to lunch, came an amused whisper from behind her.

Cappie jumped. Her colleague, Keely Welsh Sinclair, was grinning at her. The younger woman, nineteen to Cappies twenty-three, was only recently married to dishy Boone Sinclair, but shed kept her job at the veterinary clinic despite her lavish new lifestyle. She loved animals.

So did Cappie. But shed been wondering if love of animals was enough to put up with Bentley Rydel.

I lost the packing slip for the heartworm medicine, Cappie said with a grimace. I know its here somewhere, but he was yelling and I got flustered and couldnt find it. He said terrible things to me.

Its autumn, Keely said.

Cappie frowned. Excuse me?

Its autumn, she repeated.

The older woman was staring blankly at her.

Keely shrugged. Every autumn, Dr. Rydel gets even more short-tempered than usual and he goes missing for a week. He doesnt leave a telephone number in case of emergencies, he doesnt call here and nobody knows where he is. When he comes back, he never says where hes been.

Hes been like this since I was hired, Cappie pointed out. And Im the fifth new vet tech this year, Dr. King said so. Dr. Rydel ran the others off.

You have to yell back, or just smile when he gets wound up, Keely said in a kindly tone.

Cappie grimaced. I never yell at anybody.

This is a good time to learn. In fact

Where the hell is my damned raincoat?!

Cappies face was a study in horror. You said he went to lunch!

Obviously he came back, Keely replied, wincing, as the boss stormed into the waiting room where two shocked old ladies were sitting beside cat carriers.

Dr. Bentley Rydel was tall, over six feet, with pale blue eyes that took on the gleam of steel when he was angry. He had jet-black hair, thick and usually untidy because he ran his fingers through it in times of frustration. His feet were large, like his hands. His nose had been broken at some point, which only gave his angular face more character. He wasnt conventionally handsome, but women found him very attractive. He didnt find them attractive. If there was a more notorious woman hater than Bentley Rydel in all of Jacobs County, Texas, it would be hard to find him.

My raincoat? he repeated, glaring at Cappie as if it were her fault that hed left without it.

Cappie drew herself up to her full heightthe top of her head barely came to Bentleys shoulderand took a deep breath. Sir, she said smartly, your raincoat is in the closet where you left it.

His dark eyebrows rose half a foot.

Cappie cleared her throat and shook her head as if to clear it. The motion dislodged her precariously placed barrette. Her long, thick blond hair shook free of it, swirling around her shoulders like a curtain of silk.

While she was debating her next, and possibly job-ending, comment, Bentley was staring at her hair. She always wore it on top of her head in that stupid ponytail. He hadnt realized it was so long. His pale eyes narrowed as he studied it.

Keely, fascinated, managed not to stare. She turned to the old ladies watching, spellbound. Mrs. Ross, if youll bring she looked at her clipboard Luvvy the cat on back, well see about her shots.

Mrs. Ross, a tiny little woman, smiled and pulled her rolling cat carrier along with her, casting a wistful eye back at the tableau she was reluctantly foregoing.

Dr. Rydel? Cappie prompted, because he was really staring.

He scowled suddenly and blinked. Its raining, he said shortly.

Sir, that is not my fault, she returned. I do not control the weather.

A likely story, he huffed. He turned on his heel, went to the closet, jerked his coat out, displacing everybody elses, and stormed out the door into the pouring rain.

And I hope you melt! Cappie muttered under her breath.

I heard that! Bentley Rydel called without looking back.

Cappie flushed and moved back behind the counter, trying not to meet Gladys Hawkinss eyes, because the old lady was almost crying, she was laughing so hard.

There, there, Dr. King, the long-married senior veterinarian, said with a gentle smile. She patted Cappie on the shoulder. Youve done well. By the time shed been here a month, Antonia was crying in the bathroom at least twice a day, and she never talked back to Dr. Rydel.

Ive never worked in such a place, Cappie said blankly. I mean, most veterinarians are like youtheyre nice and professional, and they dont yell at the staff. And, of course, the staff doesnt yell

Yes, they do, Keely piped in, chuckling. My husband made the remark that I was a glorified groomer, and the next time he came in here, our groomer gave him an earful about just what a groomer does. She grinned. Opened his eyes.

They do a lot more than clip fur, Dr. King agreed. Theyre our eyes and ears in between exams. Many times, our groomers have saved lives by noticing some small problem that could have turned fatal.