Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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He thought of his own suspicions about Viviana but
decided Maggie wasn’t quite ready for them. “Sorry.
Forget I said anything. Are you ready, then?”
She looked distracted, and he knew she was still
dwelling on the possibility of Viviana entering the
dating scene.
“I…Yes. I just need a jacket.”
“What about your sticks?” He gestured to her
forearm crutches, propped against a chair.
She made a face. “Am I going to need them?”
“You never know. Doesn’t hurt to be prepared, does it?”
With a sigh she grabbed them. “I’ve really come to
hate these things. Someday I’m going to invent a comfortable
pair of crutches.”
He took them from her and offered his other arm to
her. After a moment’s hesitation she slipped her arm
through his, and he wanted to tuck her against him and
hang on forever.
“So where are we going?” she asked on their slow
way down the porch steps.
“Sorry. Can’t tell you that.”
“Why on earth not?”
“You’ll see. Just be patient.”
She didn’t look very thrilled with his answer, just as
he had an uncomfortable suspicion she wouldn’t be
very thrilled about their ultimate destination.
He couldn’t worry about that. It was out of his hands,
he reminded himself again as he helped her into the
Durango, impressed by her technique of sitting first
then twisting her legs around so she didn’t have to put
weight on her foot.