Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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his shiny silver SUV around and headed back down
Cold Creek Road.
Why would he be driving back to town instead of
toward his family’s ranch, just past the Luna? she
wondered, then caught herself. She didn’t care where
the man went. What Jake Dalton did or did not do was
none of her concern.
Still, she hated that he, of all people, had come to her
aid. She would rather have bitten her tongue in half then
ask him for help, not that he’d given her a chance. He was
just like the rest of his family, arrogant, unbending and
ready to bulldoze over anybody who got in their way.
She let out a breath. Of course, he had to be gorgeous.
Like the other Dalton boys, Jake had always been
handsome, with dark wavy hair, intense blue eyes and
the sculpted features they inherited from their mother.
The years had been extremely kind to him, she had
to admit. Though it had been dark out on that wet road,
his headlights had provided enough light for her to see
him clearly enough.
To her chagrin, she had discovered that the boy with
the dreamy good looks who used to set all the other girls
in school to giggling had matured over the years into a
dramatically attractive man.
Why couldn’t he have a potbelly and a receding
hairline? No, he had to have compelling features, thick,
lush hair and powerful muscles. She hadn’t missed how
effortlessly he had changed her flat, how he had worked
the car jack it had taken all her strength to muscle, as if
it took no more energy than reading the newspaper.
She shouldn’t have noticed. Even if he hadn’t been