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172 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
Maggie squirmed. “You said wear something comfortable.
This is comfortable.”
Her belligerent tone finally pierced his daze. Beneath
her truculence, she seemed apprehensive, and he
wondered at it.
“You look perfect,” he murmured, then couldn’t seem
to help himself. He twisted her fingers in his, leaned
forward and kissed her cheek.
She smelled divine, some kind of perfume that
reminded him of standing in his sister-in-law’s flower
garden, and he wanted to dip his face into her neck
and inhale.
He forced himself to refrain, and as he stepped back
he had the satisfaction of seeing she looked even more
adorably flustered.
“Is your mother around?” he asked, knowing perfectly
well she wasn’t.
Maggie frowned and tried to withdraw her hand. He
held firm. “No. She left a few hours ago. She said she
was visiting a friend, though she wouldn’t tell me who.
I wondered if it was Guillermo, but she wouldn’t say.
She’s been acting very strange today. All week, really.”
It took a great effort to keep his expression blandly
innocent. “Really?”
“Taking phone calls at all hours of the day and night,
running off on mysterious errands she won’t explain, accepting
package deliveries she won’t let me see.”
“Maybe she has a boyfriend.”
Her jaw went slack as she processed that possibility.
“Why on earth would you say that? Do you know something
I don’t?”