Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

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pasture with one of their prize bulls to check the water
trough pressure.
The bull, though usually docile, had come over to investigate,
head lowered, and Maggie had decided to
play it safe and scramble back over the fence. Moving
so fast had been painful and tough but worth it when the
bull hammered against the fence a few times to show
her who was boss.
Through every risky thing she did all day, Jake refrained
from nagging her about it. She wasn’t sure how
he did it, but now it looked as if she was going to have
to keep her end of the bargain, much to her burgeoning
dismay.
Working alongside him on the ranch was one thing.
Dealing with him on the much more dangerous terrain
of a social situation was something else entirely.
She couldn’t figure a way out of it, and the idea of
an actual date filled her with panic.
Okay, the idea of a date with Jake filled her with
panic.
She didn’t know what to do about him, about the soft
flutters inside her whenever he looked at her out of
those blue eyes or the apparent interest she couldn’t
quite understand.
The whole idea of it made her more nervous than a
dozen half-ton bulls on the warpath.
She pushed her panic away and focused again on the
sprinkler pipe that had cracked during the winter. Jake
was beside her, working probably twice as fast as she
could, a fact she wasn’t thrilled about.
Apparently he hadn’t always had his head in a book