Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

8 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
as if he spent more time behind the wheel of his Durango
on the forty-minute drive between his hometown and the
nearest hospital than he did with patients.
He’d driven this road so many times in the past two
years since finishing his internship and opening his own
practice, he figured his SUV probably knew the way
without him. It didn’t make for very exciting driving. To
keep himself awake, he drove with the window cracked
and the Red Hot Chili Peppers blaring at full blast.
Cool, moist air washed in as he reached the outskirts
of town, and his headlights gleamed off wet asphalt. The
rain had stopped sometime before but the air still
smelled sweet, fresh, alive with that seductive scent of
springtime in the Rockies.
It was his favorite kind of night, a night best suited
to sitting by the woodstove with a good book and Miles
Davis on the stereo. Or better yet, curled up between silk
sheets with a soft, warm woman while the rain hissed
and seethed against the window.
Now there was a particular pleasure he’d been too
damn long without. He sighed, driving past the halfdozen
darkened shops that comprised the town’s
bustling downtown.
The crazy life that came from being the only doctor
in a thirty-mile radius didn’t leave him much time for a
social life. Most of the time he didn’t let it bother him,
but sometimes the solitude of his life struck him with
depressing force.
No, not solitude. He was around people all day long,
from his patients to his nurses to his office staff.
But at the end of the day, he returned alone to the