Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

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many parents who preferred to have her, rather than the
pediatricians, see and treat their children.
How could she go back to that world? She just didn’t
have what it took anymore, physically or emotionally. It
was part of her past, one more loss she was trying to accept.
She certainly didn’t need Jake’s accusatory tone
laying a guilt trip on her for her choices. “I don’t recall
making you my best friend here, Dalton,” she snapped.
“My reasons are my own.”
More than anything, she wanted him to leave her
alone, but she had no idea how to do that, other than
riding off in a grand huff, something she wasn’t quite
capable of right now.
“Whatever they are, one day translating for me is not
going to bring you out of permanent retirement. These
people need somebody like you who can translate the
medical terminology into words they can understand. I
do my best, but there are many times I know both me
and my patients walk out of the exam room with more
questions than answers.”
“I’m not interested,” she repeated firmly.
He opened his mouth, gearing up for more arguments,
no doubt. After a moment he shrugged. “Your
call, then.”
She stared at him, waiting for the other punch. Dalton
men weren’t known for giving up a good fight and they
rarely took pity on their opponents, either.
Jake only stood, brushing leaves and pine needles off
the knees of his tan Dockers. “I’m sure you know the
risks of wearing your prosthesis too long at a stretch if
it’s causing that kind of irritation. If I were your doc-