Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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“Yippee,” she muttered, wondering how she could
have so completely reverted to her childhood after being
home less than a week. Her mother could play her as
well now as she could when Maggie was ten.
Viviana stepped away from the window, and for the
first time, Maggie registered her clothes. Her pale-green
sweater, slacks and bright, cheerful silk scarf weren’t
exactly appropriate for ranch work and Maggie’s
stomach gave an ominous twist.
Her mother’s words confirmed her sudden suspicion.
“I must go to Idaho Falls today for a meeting of the Cattleman’s
Association. I told Jacob you would be here to
show him what to do.”
“Me?”
“Is that a problem?”
I don’t want to, she almost said. But since she had
taken a solemn antiwhine pledge to herself at Walter
Reed, she just shrugged and went on the offensive.
“What about Tío Guillermo?”
Her mother’s shoulders stiffened. “What about him?”
“When are you going to stop this silliness and hire
him back to do his job?”
“I hear he has a new job now. He works for the Blue
Sage. Lucy Warren told me when I went to the feed store
yesterday.”
She digested this and tried to imagine her uncle
working anywhere but the Luna, especially for a Hollywood
actor and wannabe rancher like Justin Hartford.
“Even if that’s true, you know he would come back
in a minute if you said the word. He loves the ranch.”
“Not this time.” For just a moment, Maggie thought