Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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Right now she needed to focus on the job at hand.
There would be time later to worry about the good doctor—and
what he might be after.
She turned back to the log, which inevitably drew her
thoughts to her uncle. He should be here making this
notation. He should have been out there today checking
the fenceline. Perhaps it was time she paid him a visit
and begged him to come to his senses.
Anything to keep Jake Dalton from showing up to
torment her again.
She found time the next evening after dinner. Viviana
had phone calls to make, she said, so Maggie told her
she wanted to drive into town to pick up a few things at
the small market.
Guillermo’s house, a mile toward town on Cold
Creek Road, hadn’t changed in all the years she’d
known him—still just as small and square, with clapboard
siding that received a new coat of white paint
every other year whether it needed it or not.
It was too early for the extravagant display of roses
he tended so carefully to burst along the fence, but
cheerful spring flowers neatly lined the sidewalk and an
American flag hung proudly on a flagpole in the front
yard. A large yellow ribbon dangled just below it, and
she felt emotion well up in her throat, knowing it was
for her.
Chickens ran for cover when she pulled into the
driveway and as soon as she turned off the engine, a
couple of border collies hurried out of the shade to investigate
the visitor.