Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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time with Maggie exactly matched his own agenda, so
it seemed foolish and self-defeating for him to question
the invitation.
Even on the forearm crutches, she moved through the
kitchen with the ease of someone who had spent much
time in one. Another surprise. For some reason, he
would have expected her to be of the fast-food and
takeout persuasion, though with Viviana Cruz for a
mother, he supposed that supposition was shortsighted.
Maggie seemed completely at home here despite the
challenge of moving through the kitchen on her sticks.
She stirred something on the stove, tasted something
else, then reached down to open the oven.
The sight of her trying to lift a foil-covered casserole
out while balancing on the crutches compelled him to
step forward, guilty and embarrassed that he had wasted
precious moments watching her when he could have
been helping out.
“Here, I can do that.”
She raised an eyebrow. “So can I. Sit down. You’re
a guest.”
“Let me at least set the table.”
She appeared torn, then pulled some dishes out of a
cupboard to the right of the sink and handed them to
him. “Silverware is the top drawer on your right.”
“Glasses?”
“Left of the sink.”
For a moment they worked in a companionable
silence and the domestication of it made him smile.
Who would have thought a week ago that he would be