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150 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
How could she actually be thinking of sex and Jake
Dalton in the same moment? How could she even contemplate
making love to the son of the man who had destroyed
her father’s dreams and ultimately cost him his life?
Somehow the old hatred seemed far away tonight as
she thought of the heat of his kiss and his strong, tender
arms around her while she wept.
As she expected, she saw and heard nothing of Jake
for several days. By the time Saturday rolled around, she
convinced herself she’d been right, that he wanted
nothing more to do with her after her irrational outburst.
She was relieved, she told herself, though neither
her body nor her subconscious were a hundred percent
convinced. She had dreamed of him every night, more
of those soft, erotic kisses, and had awakened trembling
and achy.
At least she wasn’t dreaming of explosions and screams
and fear. She supposed she should be grateful to Jake for
distracting her from her usual nightmares for a while.
Not that she intended to track him down to thank him
for it, even if she’d had the time.
The Pine Gulch Founder’s Day celebration was just
a few weeks ago, and Viviana, always heavily involved
in community activities, was suddenly up to her ears
planning the Cattlewoman’s Association hamburger fry.
Every time Maggie walked into the kitchen, she
would find her mother on the phone, and Viviana had
been gone every evening on committee business.
As a result Maggie had more than enough work to
do on the ranch, though, to her dismay, Wade Dalton