Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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my life. Bumpy sidewalks, prostheses that don’t fit
right, the inevitable stares and questions from strangers.
I know I have to be tough enough on my own to
face whatever comes along.”
“Accepting help once in a while doesn’t make you
weak, Maggie. Only human.”
“You know, I’m getting a little tired of being human.
Where are some superhero powers when I need them?”
Before he could respond, she carried a bottle of wine
to the table. “That’s it. I think everything is ready.”
He stood until she was settled in her chair, then he
slid it to the table for her. Something close to amusement
sparked in her dark eyes but she said nothing.
Jake sat down, determined to enjoy every moment of
the meal. Viviana Cruz was a fabulous cook and he
knew he was in for a treat—even beyond the obvious
pleasure of sharing Maggie’s company.
From the first bite of moist, spicy chicken in a molé
sauce, he knew he was right.
Perhaps because of the food or perhaps because she
had put in such a long day, Maggie seemed to have
sheathed her prickly quills. She was in a mellow mood
and seemed content with quiet conversation.
“So tell me what it’s like being the only doctor in
Pine Gulch,” she asked after a moment.
He swallowed a bite of chicken. “Busy. I don’t have
time for home-cooked meals like this one very often. It’s
usually TV dinners or takeout.”
“Poor baby.” Again she seemed amused at him.
“Maybe you need to hire a housekeeper to cook for
you. Or a wife.”