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RAEANNE THAYNE 59 She had needed his support and encouragement desperately in those early days. But the three days he spent in D.C. had been a nightmare. She didn’t think he had met her gaze once that entire visit—and he certainly hadn’t been able to bring himself to look at her stump. One time he happened to walk in when the nurses were changing her dressing and she would never forget the raw burst of revulsion in his eyes before he had quickly veiled it. She had given him back his ring at the end of his visit, and he had accepted it with an obvious relief that demoralized and humiliated her. She couldn’t put herself through that again. She had been devastated by his reaction. If a man who supposedly cared about her—who had e-mailed her daily while she was on active duty, had sent care packages, had uttered vows of undying love, and who was a surgeon—found her new state as an amputee so abhorrent, how could she ever let down her guard enough to allow someone new past her careful defenses? She couldn’t. The idea terrified her. Like her career as a nurse practitioner, sex was another part of her life she decided she would have to give up. No big whoop, she decided. Lots of people lived without it and managed just fine. She hadn’t even had so much as an itch of desire since her accident, and she thought—hoped even—that perhaps those needs had died. It would be better if they had. If she wasn’t ever tempted, she wouldn’t have to exercise any self-control in the matter. To find herself responding on a physical level to any
60 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT man would have been depressing, proof that now she would have to sublimate those normal desires for the rest of her life or face the humiliation of having a man turn away from her in disgust. To find the man she was attracted to was none other than Jake Dalton was horrifying. The best thing—the only thing—would be to stay as far away as possible from him. She had enough to deal with, thanks. She didn’t need the bitter reminder that she was a living, breathing, functioning woman who could still respond to a gorgeous man.
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RAEANNE THAYNE<br />
59<br />
She had needed his support and encouragement desperately<br />
<strong>in</strong> those early days. But <strong>the</strong> three days he spent<br />
<strong>in</strong> D.C. had been a nightmare. She didn’t th<strong>in</strong>k he had<br />
met her gaze once that entire visit—and he certa<strong>in</strong>ly<br />
hadn’t been able to br<strong>in</strong>g himself to look at her stump.<br />
One time he happened to walk <strong>in</strong> when <strong>the</strong> nurses<br />
were chang<strong>in</strong>g her dress<strong>in</strong>g and she would never forget<br />
<strong>the</strong> raw burst of revulsion <strong>in</strong> his eyes before he had<br />
quickly veiled it.<br />
She had given him back his r<strong>in</strong>g at <strong>the</strong> end of his visit,<br />
and he had accepted it with an obvious relief that demoralized<br />
and humiliated her.<br />
She couldn’t put herself through that aga<strong>in</strong>. She had<br />
been devastated by his reaction.<br />
If a man who supposedly cared about her—who had<br />
e-mailed her daily while she was on active duty, had sent<br />
care packages, had uttered vows of undy<strong>in</strong>g love, and<br />
who was a surgeon—found her new state as an amputee<br />
so abhorrent, how could she ever let down her guard<br />
enough to allow someone new past her careful defenses?<br />
She couldn’t. The idea terrified her. Like her career<br />
as a nurse practitioner, sex was ano<strong>the</strong>r part of her life<br />
she decided she would have to give up.<br />
No big whoop, she decided. Lots of people lived<br />
without it and managed just f<strong>in</strong>e.<br />
She hadn’t even had so much as an itch of desire s<strong>in</strong>ce<br />
her accident, and she thought—hoped even—that perhaps<br />
those needs had died. It would be better if <strong>the</strong>y had.<br />
If she wasn’t ever tempted, she wouldn’t have to<br />
exercise any self-control <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> matter.<br />
To f<strong>in</strong>d herself respond<strong>in</strong>g on a physical level to any