Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

Chapter Thirteen
She smiled tentatively as he approached, then reached
to tuck a lock of hair back behind her ear.
Even after he reached her side, he couldn’t seem to stop
looking at her, and he was aware of a deep-seated need to
scoop her up and carry her off somewhere dark and private
where he could kiss away that exhaustion in her eyes.
“Do I have broccoli in my teeth or something?” she
asked after a moment.
“Sorry?”
“Never mind.”
If there were better light out here—and if she were
any other woman—he might have thought that was a
blush painted across her elegant cheekbones.
“How about a dance, Lieutenant?”