Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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and refuse to go with him. The mood he was in, he
almost wanted her to, just so he could vent some of the
raging emotions inside him by the physical act of
hauling her to his SUV.
He turned off his engine and sat for a moment trying
to let the soft beauty of the Luna seep through his
turmoil to calm him. The ranch was lovely in the gathering
twilight, with its breathtaking view of the Tetons’
west edge, the stately row of cottonwoods lining the
creek, those unique silver-gray cattle quietly grazing in
the fields.
It was a perfect evening for what was in store, he
thought as he climbed out, unseasonably mild for late
April with the lush smell of growth and life in the air.
Hoping his exhaustion didn’t show in his eyes, he
climbed the stairs and rang the doorbell. He could hear
her slow steps approaching the door, and a moment
later it swung open.
In an instant the breath seemed to leave his chest in a
rush. She wore a loose, flowing pair of pants and a gauzy
white shirt that made her dusky skin look sultry and exotic.
Her hair was a mass of soft curls that instantly made
him want to bury his face in them, and she wore several
bangle bracelets and long, dangly earrings.
It was the first time in recent memory he’d seen her
dressed as a girly-girl. She looked as lovely and intoxicating
as the spring evening, and with a little start of surprise,
he realized all the dark memories of the day had started
to recede. They were still there but they seemed suddenly
as distant as the moon that gave her ranch its name.
When he said nothing, only continued to stare,