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108 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
“Somebody has to. If you would take care of
yourself, I wouldn’t have to do it for you.”
She apparently decided not to dignify that with a
response. With another fulminating glare that included
the hapless Hector Manuel, she swung out of the exam
room on her crutches and headed down the hall, still
managing to convey anger even with her back to them.
“Man, are you in trouble.” Hector shook his head
in sympathy.
He didn’t know the half of it. Jake sighed as he
wrapped things up and moved on to his next patient. How
would he ever get through the barricades she seemed determined
to erect between them? Was it even possible?
What if his last name wasn’t Dalton? Would she still
be so confrontational?
It seemed like the height of irony that she should hate
him for his father’s sins.
Maybe he would look at things differently if he’d
had a glowing relationship with Hank Dalton, if he considered
his father someone who deserved love and
respect. He had lived with the man. He knew what a
bastard he could be.
He’d resolved early in life that when he grew up, he
would be nothing like his father. He thought he had succeeded
fairly well, until Magdalena Cruz came home.
What could he do to make her see him as a man, not
just Hank Dalton’s son?
He was still wondering that precisely ten minutes
later when he finished with his next patient, eighty-yearold
Millicent Hall, who suffered from rheumatoid arthritis
and who brought him her famous angel food cake