Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

Chapter Fourteen
When she woke, the fire was only glowing embers, the
candles had guttered low in their holders, and through the
trees she could see the Cold Creek was dark and quiet.
The band members must have put away their instruments
and gone home with the rest of the crowd.
What time was it? she wondered, but she didn’t have
a watch on and she couldn’t reach Jake’s to see its face.
Jake.
She was surrounded by him. Engulfed. His scent,
masculine and citrusy, filled her senses, and she could
feel his slow, even breathing beneath her cheek where
she nestled against his chest.
She lifted her face but couldn’t see much of him in
the pale moonlight. His features were shrouded in