Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

106 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
it out as long as necessary, if only to avoid giving him
the satisfaction of watching her throw in the towel.
She was stubborn and contrary and combative. And
he was crazy about her.
With a barely veiled wince, she shifted her prosthesis
again, and he frowned as he listened to Hector’s
heart. She should be home taking it easy, not sitting in
his cramped exam room. He should never have come up
with this ridiculous plan.
On the other hand, if she wasn’t here, where else
would she be? Probably riding a horse or driving the
tractor at Rancho de la Luna. At least here he could keep
an eye on her.
With a sigh, he turned back to Hector. “I’m going to
prescribe some pills that should help but like I told you
last month, you’re going to have to lay off the jalapeños
for a while until things settle down a little.”
Maggie dutifully translated his words into Spanish.
He listened to her, pleased that he could understand
most of what she said.
Listening to her fluid words was a guilty kind of
pleasure. How pathetic was he that he could be turned
on listening to talk about ulcer advice in Spanish?
Somehow the words seemed lush and romantic when
she spoke them in her low, melodic voice.
Hector asked him a question too rapidly for him to
catch it all. He looked toward Maggie for help.
“He wants to know if he should continue his current
dose of acid reflux medicine.”
“I’d like to increase the dose to twice a day. Call me
next week to see how that works. Oh, and if you don’t