Dancing in the Moonlight. RaeAnne Thayne

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      Chapter Three

      He had always considered himself the most even-tempered of men. He didn’t get overly excited at sporting events, he had never struck another creature in anger, he could handle even the most dramatic medical emergencies that walked or were carried through his clinic doors with calm control.

      But as Jake raced across the rutted, uneven ground toward Magdalena Cruz and her horse, he could feel the hot spike of his temper.

      As he neared her, he caught an even better view of her. He ground his teeth with frustration mingled with a deep and poignant sadness for what she had endured.

      She had her prosthesis off and the leg of her jeans rolled up, and even from a dozen feet away he could see her amputation site was a raw, mottled red.

      As he neared, he saw her shoulders go back, her chin lift, as if she were bracing herself for battle. Good. He wasn’t about to disappoint her.

      “Didn’t the Army teach you anything about common sense?” he snapped.

      She glared at him, and he thought for sure his heart would crack apart as he watched her try to quickly yank the leg of her jeans down to cover her injury.

      “You’re trespassing, Dalton. Last I checked this was still Rancho de la Luna land.”

      “And last I checked, someone just a few days out of extensive rehab ought to have the good sense not to overdo things.”

      She grabbed her prosthesis as if she wanted to shove it on again—or at least fling it in his face—but he grabbed hold of it before she could try either of those things.

      “Stop. You’re only going to aggravate the site again.”

      Every instinct itched to reach and take a look at her leg but he knew he had to respect her boundaries, just as he knew she wouldn’t welcome his efforts to look out for her.

      “How long have you had this prosthesis?” he asked.

      She clamped her teeth together as if she wasn’t going to answer him, but she finally looked away and mumbled. “A few weeks.”

      “Didn’t your prosthetist warn you it would take longer than that to adjust to it?” he asked. “You can’t run a damn marathon the day after you stick it on.”

      “I wasn’t trying to run a marathon,” she retorted hotly. “I was only checking the fence line. We had a couple cows get out last night and we’re trying to figure out where they made a break for it.”

      “Two days back in town and you think you have to take over! Tell me why Guillermo couldn’t handle this job.”

      She slanted him a dark look. “Tell me again why it’s any of your business.”

      “Maggie.”

      She sighed. “Guillermo can’t check the fence because he no longer works for the Luna.”

      He blinked at this completely unexpected piece of information. “Since when?”

      “Since he and my mother apparently had a falling out. Whether she fired him or he quit, I’m not exactly sure. Maybe both.”

      Jake knew Guillermo Cruz had taken over running his brother’s ranch for Viviana after Abel’s death. As far as he could tell, the man was hardworking and devoted to the ranch. He knew Wade had nothing but respect for him and his older brother didn’t give his approval lightly.

      “Anyway, he doesn’t work here now. It’s just Mama and me until she hires someone.”

      He couldn’t take any more. Despite knowing the reaction he would get, he reached out and put a hand on the prosthesis she was trying to jam onto her obviously irritated residual leg, unable to bear watching her torture herself further.

      “You don’t have to try to hide anything from me.”

      “I wasn’t!” she exclaimed, though color crept up her high cheekbones.

      “I’m a physician, remember? Will you please let me take a look to see what’s going on with your leg?”

      “It’s just a little irritated,” she said firmly. “Nothing for you to be concerned about.”

      He folded his arms across his chest. “Here are your choices. You either let me look at it or I’m packing you over my shoulder and driving you to the E.R. in Idaho Falls so someone there can examine you.”

      She glared at him, her stance fully combative. “Try it, Dalton. I dare you.”

      This bickering wasn’t accomplishing anything. He moderated his tone and tried for a conciliatory approach. “Don’t you think it’s foolish to put yourself through this kind of pain if you don’t have to? How quickly do you think you can get in to see a specialist at the VA? A week? Two? I’m here right now, offering to check things out. No appointment necessary.”

      Her glare sharpened to a razor point, but just when he thought she would impale him on the sharp points of her temper, she drew a deep breath, her gaze focused somewhere far away from him, then slowly pulled the prosthesis away.

      Despite his assurance that she didn’t have to hide anything from him, he found himself filled with an odd trepidation as he turned for his first real look at her amputation.

      Despite the obvious irritation, her stump looked as if it had been formed well at Walter Reed, with a nice rounded shape that would make fitting a prosthesis much easier. Scar tissue from various surgeries puckered in spots but overall he was impressed with the work that had been done at the Army’s premier amputee care center.

      She gave him possibly ninety seconds to examine her before she jerked away and pulled her jeans down again.

      “Are you happy now?”

      Despite her dusky skin, her cheeks burned with color and she looked as if she wished him to perdition.

      “No,” he said bluntly. “If you were my patient, I’d recommend you put your leg up, rent a bunch of DVDs with your mother and just take it easy for a few days enjoying some time with Viv.”

      “Too bad for you, I’m not your patient.”

      He stood again. “And you won’t take my advice?”

      She was silent for a moment and he had maybe five seconds to hope she might actually overcome her stubbornness and consider his suggestion, then she shook her head. “I can’t. My mother needs help. She can’t run Rancho de la Luna by herself.”