Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

24 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
tone attesting to the fact that Maggie’s stubbornness
didn’t come only from Abel Cruz.
Maggie decided she was too tired to argue, even if
she had the tiniest possibility of winning that particular
battle. She turned and started the long, torturous climb.
By the time she reached the last of the sixteen steps,
she was shaking and out of breath and felt like those
shards of glass she’d imagined earlier were now tipped
with hot acid, eating away at her skin.
But she had made it, she thought as she opened to the
door to her childhood bedroom, all lavender and cream
and dearly familiar.
She was here, she was home, and she would take the
rest of her life just like that—one step at a time.