Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com
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148 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT<br />
through her ve<strong>in</strong>s when he had looked at her out of those<br />
hot and hungry blue eyes. She had wanted his kiss, and<br />
as <strong>the</strong> kiss deepened, she had wanted far more.<br />
How could she be foolish enough to let herself crave<br />
<strong>the</strong> impossible?<br />
She reached for <strong>the</strong> bedside light aga<strong>in</strong>, <strong>the</strong>n pulled<br />
<strong>the</strong> blankets away and tugged her nightgown up to her<br />
thighs. For a long moment she actually looked at her<br />
legs, someth<strong>in</strong>g she tried to avoid as much as possible.<br />
Her aversion was ridiculous, she knew. She was a<br />
nurse practitioner and had served <strong>in</strong> hospitals <strong>in</strong> a war<br />
zone, for heaven’s sake. She had seen far worse than a<br />
stump of a limb that ended just below <strong>the</strong> knee. It was<br />
only sk<strong>in</strong> and bone and nerve end<strong>in</strong>gs, not <strong>the</strong> essence<br />
of her entire psyche.<br />
So why did it feel like she was noth<strong>in</strong>g more than this<br />
now?<br />
Intellectually, she knew los<strong>in</strong>g part of her leg wasn’t<br />
really <strong>the</strong> end of <strong>the</strong> world.<br />
Just <strong>the</strong> end of <strong>the</strong> world as she knew it.<br />
She sighed, despis<strong>in</strong>g herself for <strong>the</strong> melodramatic<br />
thought. If she’d been her own patient, she would have<br />
told herself to grow up, to put on her big-girl panties and<br />
just deal with what had been handed her.<br />
She wanted to. At times she thought she did a pretty<br />
damn good job of cop<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
At o<strong>the</strong>rs, like now, she couldn’t seem to move past<br />
this deep feel<strong>in</strong>g of sorrow at what she had lost, at all <strong>the</strong><br />
th<strong>in</strong>gs she wouldn’t be able to do <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> future—or at least<br />
<strong>the</strong> th<strong>in</strong>gs she would no longer be able to do easily.<br />
As she looked at her stump, she tried to picture a