Free A Marriage In Wyoming (The Marshall Brothers 3) by Lynnette Kent

again bit her tongue. Step by step, they would get through this.
    Finally, the girl shoved her pack into the corner of the countertop. “Now can we go?”
    “Sure. Congratulations on your first solo injection.”
    “Not really solo,” Lena said as they crossed the porch. “You were here.”
    “But you handled it correctly. I just watched.”
    “Will you be here for dinner? Can you help me again?”
    Rachel hesitated. She’d already stepped beyond her usual boundaries. But Lena obviously required the support. “I’ll be here at dinner.”
    “Great! This way to the creek.”
    They crested the hill beside the big red barn and then started down the other side. Where the slope flattened out, a wooden bridge crossed the rocky stream curving along the edge of the fields beyond. On the near side, a couple of picnic tables sat under the shade of cottonwood trees, with teenagers gathered around, filling their plates. Lena ran to join them as Rachel walked over to the adults standing close by.
    “Everything went just fine,” she said in answer to Garrett’s questioning expression. “Lena got the dose right and injected herself.”
    He blew out a breath and grinned. “That’s a relief. Thanks for being here.”
    She cautioned herself not to soften in response to his concern. “I’m glad to help her set up her routine.”
    “And now you deserve some lunch as a reward,” he said, holding out a hand toward the tables. “Let me introduce you to Susannah Bradley, the chef of today’s feast. And that’s her daughter, Amber, peeking out from behind her.”
    Rachel shook hands with the pretty blonde woman. “It’s quite a task, pleasing teenagers’ appetites.” She sent a smile to the little girl, who promptly withdrew, out of sight.
    “I enjoy the challenge,” Susannah said. “My son, Nate, lets me know when I get it right.” She nodded toward one of the boys sitting by the creek. “At five years old, Amber’s not so picky. I hope you enjoy your lunch, too.”
    “If the kids have left any food for us,” Garrett said. “They’re a ravenous bunch.”
    “That’s the nature of the beast,” Ford said. “Teenagers are always hungry.”
    “Especially when you keep them busy.” Caroline handed Rachel a bottle of water. “Which is what we try to do. We don’t usually have leftovers these days.”
    “Reminds me of when you two were growing up.” Wyatt nodded toward his brothers. “You licked the plates so clean, you barely had to wash them after dinner.”
    Caroline rolled her eyes. “Spoken like a true guy.”
    Rachel laughed. “Definitely.”
    “Dylan was the hungriest,” Garrett protested. “We could never fill him up. Still can’t.”
    A dark-haired newcomer stepped up to join them, a Marshall brother by the look of him. “Still can’t what?” he asked.
    “Just talking about your famous appetite,” Garrett told him. “Rachel, this is our youngest brother. Dylan, meet Rachel Vale, the new doctor in town.”
    “Hello, there.” Dylan offered a handshake and a sexy smile. “I’m glad to meet you. I’ll have that big sign of yours finished up in a few days.”
    “Terrific. Thanks for doing that.” Each of the brothers had a different appearance, yet the strong, handsome faces showed an undeniable resemblance. Seen all together, they were quite a striking group.
    And if she considered Garrett the most attractive of the four, well, what difference did that make anyway?
    The kids had taken their plates and found places to sit on the rocks edging the creek bed. Rachel located a boulder of her own and settled down to eat. She wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or piqued when Garrett chose a spot away some distance, near Susannah Bradley and Amber. Judging by his laughter, he enjoyed their company quite a lot. Not that Rachel was listening.
    “So what do you think of Bisons Creek so far?” Dylan sat down beside her with a plate full of sandwiches. “Not quite Seattle, is it?”
    “That’s