Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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you actually lift them out of the dirt instead of just
leaning on them.”
His low, amused laughter sent shivers rippling
down her spine, and she forced herself to turn away
and head for the horse pasture as fast as her fake leg
would take her.
Jake watched her hurry for the horse pasture. She
stumbled a little on a rough patch of grass and he had
to fight every impulse to race ahead of her and smooth
her path.
She wouldn’t appreciate it, he knew, but he couldn’t
stand watching her struggle, especially when he could
see she wasn’t telling the complete truth about her
pain level.
She was hurting worse than she let on. Whether that
was phantom pain or continuing adjustment irritation
from the prosthesis, he didn’t know. It didn’t matter,
anyway. She wouldn’t want his help, even if he had the
magic potion to fix either problem.
She had to make her own way. While the doctor in
him might want to do his best to take away her pain, he
knew she was trying her best to play the wild card she’d
been dealt the way she saw fit, and he had to respect her
determination.
Of course, there was a fine line between determination
and outright stubbornness.
He was leading his own horse out of the trailer when
she rode around the corner of the barn on the same mare
she’d ridden the day before. She led another horse
loaded with coiled wire.