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90 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
“Okay, I’ve had it with both of you. You both want to
throw away a good team, years of history, go right ahead.”
Her words seemed to distress her uncle, but he didn’t
argue with her.
She stayed for another half hour then took her leave.
Guillermo hugged her tightly after he had walked her
to her car. “You are a good girl, Lena. Take care of your
mother and yourself. But don’t forget your old tío.”
“I won’t,” she assured him.
“What is between your mother and myself, that is one
thing. But you are always welcome on my porch.”
She smiled, kissed his leathery cheek, then climbed
carefully into her Subaru and drove away.
He had to admit, he had thought she would bail on him.
Four days later Jake stood at the reception area of his
clinic and watched Maggie’s little Subaru SUV pull
into the parking lot. The afternoon sunlight shone silver
when she swung out a pair of forearm crutches, then leveraged
herself onto them and started making her painstaking
way toward the door.
A thick knot of emotions churned through him as he
watched her slow approach—awe and respect and a distinctive
kind of pride he knew he had no right to feel.
She wore tan slacks and a crisp white shirt that would
have looked severe if not for the turquois-and-silver
choker and matching earrings she wore with it.
She had pulled her thick hair back in a headband, and
she looked springy and bright and so beautiful he
decided he would have been content to spend the rest
of the afternoon just gazing at her.