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142 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
the armchair next to the couch, her eyes closed and her
breathing regular as she dozed.
Memories of the evening and her own behavior
rushed back, and Maggie wanted to bury her face into
the sofa and stay there forever. How would she ever
face him again?
Sharing a kiss had been one thing. She wasn’t thrilled
about it but it was at least a memory she could live with.
What came after—that raw explosion of emotion—was
something else entirely.
How could she have broken down like that? She had
worked so hard to keep herself under control around
everyone, but it seemed especially important around Jake.
She hated that he had seen her in such a weak, vulnerable
moment. She should never have invited him to
dinner. It was an insane impulse in the first place and
had brought her nothing but trouble.
She still wasn’t sure what had sparked her tears. One
moment she’d been angry and determined to show him
she could handle anything. The next, she had completely
fallen apart.
In this quiet room, listening to her mother’s soft
breathing and the rain wash against the window, she had
no good explanation, other than exhaustion and the pain
that still rode her like a PRCA broncbuster.
She shifted to ease the tingling, pins-and-needles
ache in her leg, but her movement must have disturbed
Viviana. Her mother’s eyes opened and she straightened
in the chair.
“Go back to sleep, niña,” her mother said. “You need
your rest.”