“And they brought this food over?”
“Yes, to welcome you to Rawhide.”
“And the food in the pantry? The new furniture?”
“The chair and ottoman is from Aunt Megan and Uncle Chad.”
“Randalls?”
She nodded. “The table and chairs are from Russ and Abby. The food in the pantry and the coffeepot are from Toby and Elizabeth.”
“Randalls?”
She nodded.
“The sofa?”
“That’s your sofa,” she began, but he interrupted.
“That’s not my sofa. My sofa is an ugly print that a dump wouldn’t even want.”
She put down her fork and walked over to the sofa. She slipped the sofa cover up so he could see underneath. “This is a sofa cover I had left over from college.”
“I see.”
“There’s a homemade quilt on your bed, too. It’s a gift from Rich and Samantha, his wife. She made it last winter, taking lessons from his grandmother.”
“And she made up the bed?”
Tori felt her cheeks flush. “No, I washed the sheets and made the bed. We all figured you’d be too tired when you got in tonight.”
“You were right, of course, but I didn’t expect such generosity. I’ll be glad to pay everyone for—”
“These are gifts, Dr. Wilson. We’re not asking for money. Everyone wanted to make you feel welcome, and to make your job easier. Life would be much harder for all of us if we didn’t have a doctor here. Surely you know that.”
“I know that I’m not going to work for free. So I don’t expect anyone to give things to me. While I appreciate the thoughtfulness, it makes me feel obligated to your family.”
“Obligated? You think we’re going to want free medical help?”
“It happens to doctors all the time. If I go to a party, people ask me to diagnose a spot on their arm. Or a sore muscle they got from running, so they won’t have to go to an office and pay for professional care.”
Tori ground her teeth and took a deep breath. “I can assure you, Dr. Wilson, that my family will not refuse to pay for medical care. If you talk to Doc, you’ll discover that we pay our bills on time! Or maybe you should ask his accountants. Oh, wait, that’s me!” She gave him a fierce glare.
“Look, don’t take offense, but this isn’t normal in Chicago. I’m uncomfortable with all this.”
“So I can see. But we’re not from Chicago, and things are different in Rawhide.”
“I know they are. That’s why I want to make everything perfectly clear. No matter how much your family does for me, or gives me, and no matter how many ‘wifely’ things you do for me, I have no intention of marrying you.”
Without another word, Tori stood and walked out of the apartment.
Chapter Three
Jon got up at six the next morning, having had a good night’s sleep, thanks to the Randall family. He regretted what he’d said to Victoria the previous night, but he had to clear things up before the family did more for him. He wasn’t sure why Victoria was hard to marry off—she was certainly beautiful and hard-working—but Doc and Anna were certainly working hard to get him interested in her.
At least he knew she wasn’t like his mother. But he had no intention of marrying her. In four years, he was going back to Chicago. Back to a normal way of life.
He fixed his own breakfast before he headed to the clinic. He wanted to check his patients first thing this morning.
After doing rounds, he was pleased with the progress his patients had made. The clinic was completely full, with two beds to each room. A couple of the people could have gone home, if they’d lived in Rawhide, but none of them did, so all twelve were tucked away.
He told the nurses he was going back to his apartment and run some errands and would return at ten. He needed to buy a phone and plug it in so he could be reached if needed. And he wanted to talk to Russ Randall about his accounting needs. He hoped there wouldn’t be any problem about him and Victoria, now that he’d explained himself. Otherwise he didn’t know what he’d do.
Doc had explained that the only other bookkeeper in Rawhide wasn’t reliable or trustworthy. So that left his landlord. He liked Russ, but they had to have everything clear.
The accounting office opened at nine o’clock, and he was waiting when Victoria came down the stairs from her apartment. She didn’t even speak to him or acknowledge his presence in any way. He followed her into the office.
“Good morning, Victoria. When does Russ get in?”
“When he wants to.” Her words were cold and she didn’t look at him. Obviously, she was unhappy with him.
“Victoria, I didn’t mean to upset you last night. I just wanted everything clear. Doc and your mom—”
“You achieved your goal. However, marrying you was never my plan. You have no need to worry.”
He was about to question her when the front door opened and Russ entered. “Jon! How’d you manage last night? Everything to your satisfaction?”
“It was wonderful, but I was a little embarrassed about all the help.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. We just wanted to make you welcome. I figured yesterday was a tough one.” He grinned, then asked, “Are you here to see me or Tori?”
“You, please, Russ, if I may, before I go back to the clinic.”
“Sure. Come on in.”
Once he was seated in front of Russ’s desk, Jon got right down to business. “I need to hire you to do my books.”
Russ grinned. “Doc must’ve told you about Abe. He’s a nice old man, but he does love to talk.”
“Yeah. I hope you won’t hold it against me that I wanted to check things out before I made a commitment.” That was a nice way of saying they weren’t his first choice.
“No problem. We’re kept pretty busy by our regular customers.”
“But you’ll take me on?”
“Sure. Tori has a system worked out that—”
Uh-oh. Here we go again. “Russ, I want to be clear about this. I want you to handle everything for me. Not Victoria.”
For the first time he found a less than cordial look on Russ’s face. “Why?”
“I don’t have a lot of faith in women accountants, especially one as pretty as your cousin.”
Russ continued to frown. “No one ever complains about working with Tori. She’s brilliant.”
“Look, I’ll be brutally frank. I think your family has lined me up as your cousin’s future husband, but I have no intention of marrying while I’m here. I’ll be glad to return the gifts I received yesterday, except the cake and the lasagna. I’m sorry, but I’m going to remain a bachelor as long as I’m in Rawhide.”
Russ stared at him. “You think—but we were—have you said that to Tori?”
“I didn’t want any misunderstandings,” Jon said stiffly.
Russ threw back his head and roared with laughter. “Oh, mercy,” he finally said as his chuckles lessened. “Is she mad at you?”
“Oh,