Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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She started the pickup, but before she could shift the
transmission, he covered her fingers on the steering
wheel with his hand again.
“I’d like to take you out tomorrow.”
“Why?”
He almost laughed at her abrupt question. How could
she ask it, after the wild heat they had just shared?
Because I’m crazy about you. Because you’re like
pure adrenaline in my bloodstream and I can’t get
enough.
“Will you come with me?”
She studied him across the width of the cab, and he
saw the wheels turn in her head. When she spoke, her
voice was smug, self-satisfied. “If you agree not to nag
me for the rest of the day that I’m overdoing things, I’ll
promise to think about it.”
“I have to keep my mouth shut all day and you’re
only going to think about it? That hardly seems fair.”
She gave a short laugh, but it was enough for him to
tumble a little deeper. She was stunning when she
laughed, bright and vibrant and intoxicating.
“That’s the deal. Take it or leave it. If you can actually
zip your bossy, meddling lips while we’re working
together today, I’ll go wherever you want tomorrow
night.”
“Done,” he said quickly.
She shook her head. “You’ll have to forgive me if I
don’t hold my breath, Dalton.”
“Just watch me. You won’t even know I’m here all
day, I swear it.”