Stony Creek Cowboy [Stony Creek] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free

am not sure it is what people were thinking when they heard a new doc was coming on in. Doc Finnagan is just old. Old and cranky. Your smile is gonna have them lining up around the block.”
    A slow blush crept up her neck as she smiled. “Why don’t we go in and you can dazzle me with your talents firsthand. I cannot wait to see the bathroom!”
    “After you, Doc.” He watched her walk past him and a wicked smirk formed on his face as he couldn’t wait to share his newfound information with the rest of the “crew.” He wondered what kind of havoc a woman like this was going to bring.
    Billie was blown away from the moment she entered her front hallway. It was warm and welcoming with dark-brown wainscoting on the walls and rough-cut stone on the floors. A charming chandelier aged to resemble an old English candelabra hung above. To the left was a huge living room with the soft chocolate leather couches she had sent over, but it was her oversized chair near the fireplace that made her smile. She needed her cozy chair. It had to come with her. The fireplace was beautiful with layers of stacked stone from floor to ceiling just waiting for its first fire. There was a nook for the stacked firewood outside the back door and beautiful picture windows lining the walls. The view was so breathtaking her chest hurt. She couldn’t wait for the first snowfall to sit gazing out that window with a cup of tea.
    She turned her gaze past the man with the perma-grin to her kitchen. It was a sight to behold. It was a cook’s dream with rich wood cabinets, six-burner gas stove, double oven, and sub zero. A sigh escaped her mouth even before she could help it.
    “So far so good, Doc?” Sam asked.
    “Heaven, I have gone to heaven, Sam, and I refuse to allow you to wake me up.” Billie laughed.
    “Upstairs we go, then!”
    The stairs were gorgeous with a carved banister and wainscoting up the wall. She was able to get a clear view of the open floor plan of the first floor and paused to appreciate the crown moldings from her vantage point. There were three bedrooms on the second floor. The two guest bedrooms were lovely with all the furniture placed perfectly as she had laid out in her drawings. It was the master bedroom that did her in. She had purchased a carved, dark English oak, king-size canopy bed. It stood in the center of the room amidst a gorgeous combination of caramel walls and white moldings. It gave her decidedly decadent thoughts.
    She held herself together until they hit the master bath. Tears flowed down her face unchecked. Happy or sad tears, she had no idea. It was her dream home and it was time to stop dreaming and now start living.
    “Doc? Are you okay?”
    “Yes, it’s just so much more than even I pictured it to be. I cannot thank you or Phillip enough. You have truly helped make me such an amazing home. Don’t mind the tears. They happen from time to time. A girl thing.”
    “When you get settled in, give me a call and I would love to bring my girlfriend Victoria over. She has been dying to meet you since she found out it was a woman physician we were building for and not another loudmouth, arrogant man, as she put it,” he said with a laugh.
    She would definitely like that. A few new friends to go with a new house and life. Sounded good. “If this is what the house looks like, I cannot imagine how my office turned out. I am excited to see it, too, but will wait until I get myself situated here.”
    As she walked him out, thanking him again, she remembered to ask, “How many neighbors do I have, Sam, by the way? Are there any close by?”
    “Yep, the Powell Ranch is just next door, so to speak. You are going to make quite an…impression”
    “Why is that?”
    “Like I said, Doc, look in the mirror.”

Chapter Two
     
    After refusing Sam’s assistance with her luggage and things she didn’t trust to the movers, she turned to her SUV and stared at it with disdain. Could she imagine the suitcases up