Rachel And The M.d.. Donna Clayton

other things. Nothing had worked. Nothing. So she’d simply decided to suffer them in silence.

      Again, his fingers played over the small of her back. She was so conscious of his touch. It was rare that she felt his hands on her.

      The warmth of his skin through the fabric of her dress made her pulse heat. Her stomach seemed to twist and turn in somersaults, but she did her best to keep her gaze averted, focusing on moving smoothly across the floor and not stepping on his toes. That would be embarrassing.

      Something stirred her consciousness. He was staring at her, willing her to lift her gaze to his. She could sense it. Strongly. Excitement skittered across her nerve endings like so many pinpricks. She tried to tamp it down, but it was a fruitless effort.