Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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His bland smile didn’t fool her for a second. “I was
heading out here anyway.”
She was too blasted tired to fight it out with him
again, so she decided not to call him a rotten liar.
“Anyway, while I’m here, I figured I could help you
get the prosthesis off and see how everything looks.”
“Oh, can you?”
He seemed impervious to her sarcasm and simply
smiled. “I should have suggested it at the clinic but you
seemed in a hurry to get home. I thought you might be
more comfortable here.”
She shook her head. “You are a piece of work,
Dalton. It’s a wonder you ever have time to eat and
sleep if this is the kind of obsessively diligent care you
give all your patients.”
He lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. “Except, you’re
not my patient, remember?”
She rolled her eyes at having her own words
thrown back in her face. Nothing she said ever
seemed to discourage him, so she decided not to
waste her remaining energy reserves in arguing with
him this time.
She told herself it was exhaustion that led to her
giving in, not the lingering warmth settling on her shoulders
like a thick blanket at his concern.
She wouldn’t go so far as to actually issue an invitation
to him, but she didn’t protest when he followed her
to the house and up the steps of the porch.
The door was locked, the house dark, but she called
for her mother out of habit when she unlocked it and
walked inside.