Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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He finished the job, then stowed the flat tire and the
jack and lug wrench in the cargo area of the Subaru,
though he had to squeeze to find room amid the boxes
and suitcases crammed in the small space.
Was she home to stay, then? he wondered, but knew
she likely would tell him it wasn’t any of his business
if he asked. He’d find out soon enough, anyway. The
grapevine in Pine Gulch would be buzzing with this
juicy bit of information.
He had no doubt that by the time he returned from
Idaho Falls in the morning, his office staff would
know all the details and would be more than eager to
share them.
“There you go.” He closed the hatch. “You don’t
want to run for long on that spare. Make sure you have
Mo Sullivan in town fix your flat in the morning and
swap it back out.”
“I will.” She stood, and in the headlights he could see
exhaustion stamped on her lovely features.
“Your help wasn’t necessary but…thank you, anyway.”
She said the words like they were choking her, and
he almost smiled when he saw the effort they took. He
stopped himself at the last minute. Accepting his help
was tough enough on her, he wouldn’t make things
worse by gloating about it.
“Anytime. Welcome home, Lieutenant Cruz.”
He doubted she heard him, since by then she had
already climbed back into her Subaru and started the
engine. He shook his head, used to the familiar chill
from her.
He watched her drive away, then wiped his greasy,