Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

Chapter Four
The sneaky, conniving son of a bitch went over her head.
Maggie stood with her mother at the window of the
Luna kitchen. From here, she had a perfect view of the
ranch—the placidly grazing Murray Greys, the warm,
weathered planks of the barn, the creek glinting silver
in the sunlight.
And that scheming snake Jake Dalton unloading the
hay that had just been delivered.
His muscles barely moved under a thin International
Harvester T-shirt, she couldn’t help notice. He was far
more buff than she would have guessed. Tight and hard
and gorgeous.
She indulged herself by watching that play of muscles
under cotton for only a moment before wrenching her
eyes away and forcing her hormones under control.