Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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woman frowned and said something back to Maggie
that he missed.
“She thought you only had the clinic every two
weeks,” Maggie translated.
“Tell her we’re having it every week for a while.”
“Are you?” Maggie asked under her breath.
“As far as she knows, yes. Just tell her.”
Maggie related the information, and Carmela smiled
shyly at him, looking much more relaxed as she left than
she had when he first came into the examination room.
“Poor thing, to have her husband deported this close
to the end of her pregnancy,” Maggie said after Carmela
left. “I can’t imagine many things more terrifying than
having your first baby all alone in a strange country
where you don’t speak the language.”
“You were kind to ease her fears by agreeing to
help when she’s in labor. The remaining few weeks of
her pregnancy will go far more smoothly without that
added stress.”
Maggie shrugged. “What choice did I have? I certainly
wasn’t about to let a Dalton outshine me when it
comes to helping out my fellow creatures on earth.”
He laughed and couldn’t help himself from covering
her hand with his—both out of gratitude and simply
because he had spent all day without touching her and
couldn’t go another minute.
Her fingers quivered under his and he thought she
would jerk away, but they stilled after a moment. His
heart gave a little leap, though he knew it was likely a
foolish hope. Maybe he was making progress.
“You were wonderful today,” he murmured. “I can’t