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156 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
Her smile widened, became full-blown. “Go ahead,
then. Just keep it to yourself.”
They lapsed into a silence he didn’t find at all uncomfortable.
She didn’t seem in a hurry to put the truck in
gear and head to wherever she intended on taking the
alfalfa. Instead she seemed as if she had something else
on her mind, almost as if she were gathering her courage.
The impression was confirmed when she spoke.
“While I’m getting everything out into the open here, I
believe I owe you an apology.”
He frowned, trying to figure out where she was
headed with this. “For?”
“The other night.” She cleared her throat, suddenly
focused on something out the windshield. “I’m afraid I
was having one of those pity parties and forced you to
be an unwilling guest. I’m sorry I reacted that way and
bawled all over you. I don’t know what happened. I
just…once I started, I couldn’t stop.”
She looked miserable, her features tight and embarrassed,
and he hated being the source of it.
“Don’t. You have nothing to apologize about.”
“I suppose your patients are always unloading on
you.”
“You’re not my patient, as you continually remind me.”
He meant his words as a joke, something to lighten
the mood a little, but somehow she looked even more
embarrassed by them.
“Right. You’re right.”
He had to touch her. It had been four days and he had
restrained himself as long as he possibly could. He
covered her fingers flexing on the steering wheel.