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118 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
of frustration or bursting into hot, noisy tears. Why
wouldn’t the man just give it a rest, for heaven’s sake?
She wanted to convince herself he was simply
heading to his family’s ranch beyond the Rancho de la
Luna, but she knew better. He was following her to
make sure she arrived home safely.
How was she supposed to respond to him? On the
one hand she found it highly annoying that he didn’t
seem to have any faith in her ability—or willingness—
to take care of herself.
On the other hand, though she didn’t want to admit
it, she found the gesture kind of sweet. Chauvinistic and
presumptuous, certainly, but still a little flattering that
he cared enough to worry about her.
She must be tired if she could find anything positive
about Jake Dalton’s obstinacy.
A moment later she turned into the Luna’s gravel
driveway and stopped her Subaru, prepared to wave
him past. To her surprise, he followed her, pulling his
vehicle right behind her.
Okay, there was a fine line between protective and
annoying.
She grimaced and threw her car in gear. How had she
suddenly become his pet project? she wondered. He
was a busy doctor. Surely he had more important things
to do than harass her.
He followed her up to the house and pulled directly
behind her again. Almost before she had the keys out of
the ignition, he was at her door, pulling it open for her.
She swung the crutches out and pulled herself up. “I
thought we established I’m a little old for a babysitter.”