Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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take ten minutes to put your leg up in my office I’m
going to carry you in there myself.”
Maggie started to translate his words to Hector, but
stopped and glared when the last phrase registered.
“Try it, Dalton, and you’ll find out every dirty trick
they taught me in the Army.”
Hector snickered, apparently understanding more
English than he let on. Jake spared the man only a quick
glance, then turned his attention back to her. “Take a
rest, Maggie. I’ll be okay for a while on my own, I
promise. If I need it, I can muddle through with my high
school Spanish for my next few patients.”
“I’m fine.”
“Please, Maggie. I don’t want you to wear yourself
out.”
“You better do what he says,” Hector said to her in
Spanish. “The man knows what he’s talking about.”
“Gracias,” Jake said, earning a grin from Hector.
It was killing her not to rip into him in front of a
patient. He could see thunderclouds gather in her dark
eyes and her slim hands clench in her lap. After a
charged, frustrated moment, she let out a breath and
grabbed her forearm crutches.
“You know how to find my office?”
“I’ll look for the Obnoxious Know-It-All sign
above the door.”
He grinned. “That’s one way to find it. It’s also the
last room on the right.”
“Just so you know, Dalton, I’m growing very tired
of you ordering me around,” she muttered at the door.
“I don’t remember asking you to babysit me.”