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182 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
for a party, we knew the Cold Creek was the ideal place
for it. We’ve got the room here for parking and for
dancing, so when Jake suggested it, it just made sense.
Wade insisted.”
Wade? Jake’s older brother barely knew her. Why
would he want all these people wandering through his
house, their vehicles ripping up a perfectly good pasture?
“Still, I’m sorry you had to go to so much bother.”
“It was no trouble, I promise.Your mother and Marjorie
did most of the work, with a little help from Quinn.”
“Quinn?”
“My father. Marjorie’s husband. He loves a good party.”
“Right. I’m sorry, I forgot his name.”
Her mother had told her the story of Majorie Dalton’s
elopement with a man she had an e-mail romance
with—a man whose daughter had come to the ranch in
search of the newlyweds and ended up falling for Jake’s
widowed older brother and his three young children.
“I believe I met him shortly after we arrived. Tall,
handsome, charming smile.”
“That’s my dad,” Caroline said ruefully. Her gaze
sharpened suddenly, and Maggie had the odd sensation
this woman could see into her deepest secrets.
“This all must be very uncomfortable for you.”
She almost equivocated, gave some polite denial, but
something in the woman’s expression compelled her to
honesty. “Yes. A bit. I’m not really crazy about being
the center of attention.”
“Jake warned Viv and Marjorie you might not be
ready for a big party, that they should start with something
small and intimate with just close friends if they