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66 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
she heard something deeper behind her mother’s brisk
tone, but before she could analyze it, Viviana turned
away. “I will be late if I do not leave. You are to be nice
to Jacob while I am gone.”
Hmmph. When those cows out there started
singing “Kumbaya.”
After her mother left to finish preparing for her
meeting, Maggie shifted her weight, trying to ignore the
ache in her leg from standing in one position. Though
she knew it was cowardly, she couldn’t seem to bring
herself to walk out there.
She dreaded facing him again, especially knowing
she would have to spend an entire day with him, after all.
No, more than one, since her mother had committed
her to helping him as a translator.
So much for staying away from him. She sighed,
despising her cowardice. She could do this. He was
only a man.
Only a man she couldn’t stand, a man she wanted absolutely
nothing to do with.
A man who had played the starring role of some
pretty feverish dreams. And played it quite flawlessly.
She turned on the faucet, ran the water as cold as it
would go, then took a bracing drink. She could handle
this. She had survived eight months in Afghanistan, a
terrorist attack and having a third of her leg chopped off,
for heaven’s sake.
She could surely face one man.
Chin high, she headed outside, where she found him
spreading some of the new hay in the horse pasture.
He stopped working as soon as she approached, folding