Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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man—okay, Jake—in a romantic situation, undressing
her and encountering this lump of flesh instead of a
whole, healthy woman. The idea was so painful she
couldn’t even stand imagining it.
She closed her eyes tightly. But while she could shut
out the sight of her residual limb, she couldn’t block
from her mind the image of his handsome features
looking at her with disgust and revulsion.
Perhaps she wasn’t being being fair to Jake. He had
looked at her stump several times now and she had
never witnessed the kind of reaction from him that she’d
seen in her fiancé’s eyes.
He wasn’t Clay. She had to remind herself of that. But
Clay had supposedly loved her and still he couldn’t bear
to look at her. Why should Jake respond any differently?
She blew out a breath and drew the quilt back over her
legs. Torturing herself like this was silly, anyway. She
wouldn’t ever be in a situation where Jake Dalton would
see her in a state of undress.After her hysterical behavior
tonight, she was certain the man wouldn’t be at all eager
to spend anymore time with a nutcase like her.
Not that she wanted to jump into that kind of relationship
with him. Did she?
Enough doubt flickered through her to make her
wonder. She wasn’t sure how it happened, but suddenly
the idea of a relationship with him didn’t seem as completely
irrational as it would have a week ago. Somehow
her feelings for him were changing, helped along significantly
by watching him with his patients that day.
She stared out the window at the shifting patterns of
moonlight through the rain.