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DANCING IN THE
MOONLIGHT
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR
RAEANNE THAYNE
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Dear Reader,
We hope you enjoy Dancing in the Moonlight written by
USA TODAY bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne.
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DANCING IN THE
MOONLIGHT
RAEANNE THAYNE
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Chapter One
F or a doctor dedicated to healing the human body, he
certainly knew how to punish his own. Jake Dalton
rotated his shoulders and tried to ignore the aches and
pains of the adrenaline crash that always hit him once
the thrill of delivering a baby passed.
He had been running at full speed for twenty-two
hours straight. As he drove the last few miles toward
home at 2:00 a.m., he was grimly aware that he had a
very narrow window of about four hours to try to sleep,
if he wanted to drive back to the hospital in Idaho Falls
to check on his brand-new patient and the newborn baby
girl’s mother and make it back here to Pine Gulch be-
fore his clinic opened.
The joys of being a rural doctor. He sometimes felt as
if he spent more time behind the wheel of his Durango
dancing in the moonlight
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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 half-
dozen darkened shops that comprised the town’s bus-
tling downtown.
The crazy life that came from being the only doc-
tor 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
empty three-bedroom log home he’d bought when he’d
moved back to Pine Gulch and taken over the family
medicine clinic from Doc Whitaker.
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