All Chapters of The Cowboy's Nurse: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

The rest of Sofia’s shift passed like a hazy, fogged blur of automatic tasks and ghostly smiles. She changed IV bags, dressed wounds, recorded vital signs — all with the robotic precision of someone who had buried her own soul somewhere between the four walls of room 302. Her body was present, but her mind wandered in a desert of pain and bewilderment. Every time she walked past the closed door of Ethan’s room, a sharp pang pierced her chest. He hadn’t called her back. He hadn’t sent anyone to get her. The wall remained standing — tall, insurmountable, and completely inexplicable.By the end of her shift, the exhaustion was not only physical; it was psychological. Driving back to her tiny apartment was done on autopilot. The moment she crossed the threshold, loneliness struck her like a blow. The silence of the place was oppressive, very different from the noisy silence of the hospital. It was a silence that amplified the echo of Ethan’s words: “It’s better if you accept Dawson’s offe

She finally stopped what she was doing and looked at him, one eyebrow slightly arched.“Yes, Mr. Callahan?”The use of the formal title was a low blow. He deserved it.“Thank you. For… accepting.”She held his gaze.“It’s my job. The hospital is paying me for this.” A calculated pause. “How exactly did you manage that feat? Dr. Vance isn’t known for her budgetary flexibility.”He looked away, embarrassed.“I… said I would pay. Whatever it took.”“Ah,” her response was a single syllable heavy with understanding. “So that’s it. It’s not about needing my help. It’s about being able to buy it. It’s easier that way, isn’t it? Turning everything into a transaction. No emotional debts. No… trust.”“That’s not it!” he protested, but it sounded false even to his own ears.“No?” She stepped closer at last, and for the first time he saw a glimpse of the woman behind the nurse — a spark of wounded anger. “Because the last time I checked, you threw me out of this room. You called me a traitor. You

The Callahan house seemed even older and more hostile at night. The wind howled between the loose boards of the roof, making the wood creak like old bones. Sofia Alves lay on the narrow bed in the guest room — a cramped little cube at the end of the hallway that smelled of mold and mothballs. It was almost two in the morning, and sleep stubbornly refused to come.She was wearing only an old, oversized t-shirt that barely covered the curve of her ass and a pair of simple cotton panties. The air was hot and stifling, heavy with the dry dust typical of the Drylands. Even with the window cracked open, the heat offered no mercy.A hoarse groan cut through the silence.Sofia sat up immediately, her nurse’s instincts kicking in within a second. The sound had come from Ethan’s room, two doors down. She grabbed the medical bag she had left beside the bed, turned on her phone’s flashlight, and stepped out into the dark hallway.Ethan’s door was ajar. A faint sliver of light from the bedside lam

The next morning dawned hot and merciless, as if Texas itself wanted to test Sofia’s limits. She had slept poorly, Ethan’s scent still clinging to her hand despite washing it three times. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his thick cock pulsing, the powerful jet of cum hitting the headboard, and the shocked look he had given her afterward.Now, at nine in the morning, she stood in front of his bedroom door with a clean towel over her shoulder, a bag full of hygiene products, and a cold determination in her chest.“Come in,” Ethan grunted before she even knocked.Sofia opened the door. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his cast propped up on an improvised stool. The sheet barely covered his nudity. The gray gaze that met hers was a dangerous mix of irritation, shame, and something much darker.“Good morning,” she said, professional. “We’re doing the bath today. Miguel adapted a plastic chair in the bathroom. Can you transfer yourself or do you need help?”Ethan let out a dry