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104 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
He had kissed her, though.
If he wasn’t interested in her, why had he kissed her,
that puzzling, intense kiss she couldn’t get out of her
head?
In the four days since their heated embrace, the
memory of kissing him seemed to whisper into her
mind a hundred times a day. The scent of him, the taste
of him, the strength and comfort in those arms holding
her close.
She couldn’t seem to get her brain around it. She had
tried to analyze it from every possible angle and she still
couldn’t figure out what might have compelled him to
kiss her like that.
“If you like him,” Celia said, yanking her from that
sunny afternoon and back into Jake Dalton’s comfortable
exam room, “you should do something about it
before some other lucky chica comes along.”
Some other chica with two feet, no doubt, and a
healthy, well-adjusted psyche.
She was saved from having to respond by the return
of Jake and Raquel to the room.
As she translated his final instructions for the girl’s
follow-up care, Maggie determined again that she had
to figure out a way to put a stop to this ridiculous arrangement
her mother had suckered her into.
She wasn’t sure what was worse—dealing with him
at the ranch, in his faded jeans and thin cotton tractor
T-shirts, or watching him interact with his patients, and
the consideration and compassion that seemed an
inherent part of him.
Right now both situations seemed intolerable.