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232 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
“Why?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I hoped it might help,
since you didn’t seem all that crazy about the idea when
I suggested trying some new medicine combinations.”
“I meant, why would you possibly want to go to so
much trouble for your surly neighbor?”
While he was confessing his sins, he might as well
tell her the whole truth. The entire town had apparently
clued in to his feelings—or at least his brothers had—
so she was bound to figure it out, anyway.
“You’ve always been much more than just a neighbor
to me, Maggie. In your heart, you know that.”
He rose and kissed her before she could respond. She
sighed his name against his mouth, and he found it the
sexiest sound in the world as she wrapped her arms
around him and pulled him close.
She seemed different now. Maybe it was his brief
massage, maybe just the freedom of knowing they had
crossed her personal Rubicon and there was no turning
back now. But he sensed an openness to her kiss, a
sweet and tender welcome, and he basked in it.
Again she reached for the buttons of his shirt and he
helped her, shrugging out of it quickly, then helping her
out of hers. The bowery down by the creek had been
romantic and secluded in the moonlight, but there was
a hell of a lot to be said for electricity, he decided, as he
savored the sight of her dusky curves against the pale
lavender of her comforter.
As much as he enjoyed the visual delight before him,
he sensed she would be more comfortable without the
harsh overhead lights. He spied a small lamp on a table