Dancing in the Moonlight by RaeAnne Thayne Read Free Book Online

insisting on looking at her ugly, raw-looking stump? The man seemed determined to push her as far as he could.
    “Give you a day for what?” she asked warily.
    “I’m in dire need of a translator. I open my clinic on Wednesdays for farm workers and their families. A fair number of them don’t have much English and my Spanish is limited at best. I’ve been looking for someone with a medical background to translate for me.”
    “No.”
    “Come on, Maggie. Who would be more perfect than a bilingual nurse practitioner?”
    “Former nurse practitioner. I’m retired.”
    His pupils widened. “Retired? Why would you want to do that, for heaven’s sake?”
    She had a million reasons but the biggest was right there in front of her. Who the hell wanted a one-legged nurse? One who couldn’t stand for long periods of time, who was constantly haunted by phantom pain, who had lost all of her wonder and much of her respect for the medical establishment over the last five months?
    No, she had put that world behind her.
    In civilian life, she had loved being a nurse practitioner in a busy Scottsdale pediatric practice. She had admired the physicians she worked with, had loved the challenge and delight of treating children and even hadmany parents who preferred to have her, rather than the pediatricians, see and treat their children.
    How could she go back to that world? She just didn’t have what it took anymore, physically or emotionally. It was part of her past, one more loss she was trying to accept.
    She certainly didn’t need Jake’s accusatory tone laying a guilt trip on her for her choices. “I don’t recall making you my best friend here, Dalton,” she snapped. “My reasons are my own.”
    More than anything, she wanted him to leave her alone, but she had no idea how to do that, other than riding off in a grand huff, something she wasn’t quite capable of right now.
    “Whatever they are, one day translating for me is not going to bring you out of permanent retirement. These people need somebody like you who can translate the medical terminology into words they can understand. I do my best, but there are many times I know both me and my patients walk out of the exam room with more questions than answers.”
    “I’m not interested,” she repeated firmly.
    He opened his mouth, gearing up for more arguments, no doubt. After a moment he shrugged. “Your call, then.”
    She stared at him, waiting for the other punch. Dalton men weren’t known for giving up a good fight and they rarely took pity on their opponents, either.
    Jake only stood, brushing leaves and pine needles off the knees of his tan Dockers. “I’m sure you know the risks of wearing your prosthesis too long at a stretch if it’s causing that kind of irritation. If I were your doctor—which, as you said, too bad for me I’m not—I would advise you to leave it off for the rest of the day.”
    “I can’t ride a horse without it.”
    Exasperation flickered in his blue eyes. “I can give you a ride back to the ranch. We can walk the horse behind my Durango.”
    She hated herself for the little flickers of temptation inside her urging her to accept his offer. The pain—or more accurately, the powerful need to find something to ease it—sometimes overwhelmed every ounce of common sense inside her.
    She wanted so much to accept his offer of a ride rather than face that torturous horseback ride back to the ranch, but the very strength of her desire was also the reason she had to refuse.
    “Thanks, but I think I’ll just wear it back to the house and then rest for a while after that.”
    He studied her for a moment, then shook his head. “You could teach stubborn to a whole herd of mules, Lieutenant Cruz. Will you at least let me help you mount?”
    She had no choice, really. At the barn she had used Viviana’s mounting block to climb into the saddle.
    Even with the block, mounting had been a challenge, accomplished best in the privacy of her own