The Texan's Convenient Marriage. Peggy Moreland

to see Addy and motioned her toward him.

      “Leaving us?” she asked, smiling.

      “Yes, ma’am. I’ve got a good four-hour drive home.” He fished a business card from his wallet and handed it to her. “I’d appreciate it if you’d give me a call if there’s a change in Addy’s condition. My cell number is there at the bottom. Call day or night. Doesn’t matter. I’ll answer.”

      She hid a smile. “And you claimed you’re not a hero,” she scolded.

      “More like a janitor,” he grumbled, and turned for the door.

      “Janitor?” she repeated in confusion.

      He paused in the open doorway and glanced back. “Yeah. Seems I’ve made a career of cleaning up other people’s messes.”