Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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Though she wore her prosthesis, she wasn’t putting
weight on it, and his mind started racing through all the
possible reasons for that. Had she reinjured herself?
Was there a problem with the fit?
He wanted to rush out to help her as she made her
cautious way across the parking lot to the clinic, but he
managed to restrain himself, though it was just about the
toughest thing he’d ever had to do.
If he made any kind of scene, he had no doubt she
would turn around, head back to her car and take off.
She didn’t seem to welcome any effort on his part to
help her, no matter how well intentioned, so he forced
himself to remain at the door.
At last she reached him.
“You’re here. I didn’t expect to see you.”
She frowned. “I may not have been involved in
making this stupid deal, but I refuse to be the one to
break it, either. My mother gave you her word, and the
Cruz family honors its promises.”
Her implication that his family couldn’t say the same
was obvious, but he decided to overlook it for now.
“Come in. We don’t open for another ten minutes or
so. That should give you a few moments to look around.”
She made a face but moved through the doorway, her
shoulder brushing his chest as she hobbled past.
She smelled divine, like the lavender in his mother’s
garden, and he tried to disguise his deep inhalation as a
regular breath.
She paused for a moment, looking around the waiting
area of the clinic, and he tried to read her reaction to the
changes he’d made since taking over from Doc Whitaker.