Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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“I’m almost done,” she responded. “Thanks for
stopping, though. Your headlights will be a big help.”
At her first words, his heart gave a sharp little kick
and he froze, unable to work his mind around his shock.
He instantly forgot all about how tired he was.
He knew that voice. Knew her.
Suddenly he understood the reason for the Arizona
plates and why the Subaru wagon was heading up this
quiet road very few had any reason to travel.
Magdalena Cruz had come home.
She was the last person he would have expected to
encounter on one of his regular hospital runs, especially
not at 2:00 a.m. on a rainy April Tuesday night, but that
didn’t make the sight of her any less welcome.
A hundred questions jostled through his mind, and
he drank in her features—what he could see in the glow
from his vehicle’s headlights anyway.
The thick hair he knew was dark and glossy was
pulled back in a ponytail, yanked through the back of
the baseball-style cap she wore. Beneath the cap, he
knew her features would be fragile and delicate, as
hauntingly beautiful as always, except for the stubborn
set of her chin.
Though he didn’t want to, he couldn’t prevent his
gaze from drifting down.
She wore a pair of jeans and scarred boots—for all
appearances everything looked completely normal. But
he knew it wasn’t and he wanted more than anything to
fold her into his arms and hold on tight.
He couldn’t, of course. She’d probably whack him
with that tire iron if he tried.