Doris Rangel - Moonlight Magic

How dare he!

But before Ellie could utter a single heated word, her tirade died from lack of direction.

Daniel wasn’t there.

Like the irresponsible bum he was, when the going got rough, he simply left.

“Handsome is as handsome does,” she muttered darkly, borrowing Gram’s favorite saying.

Gathering her sandals, Ellie stomped through the sand to the street and headed for Chad’s apartment.

Why didn’t I leave when I could? Daniel thought, and groaned silently.

By now the party was dead; only a few “cousins” remained, picking up paper plates and cups, talking and laughing quietly.

Watching them from his usual place among the hibiscus, he would have kicked himself if he could. For whatever reason, freedom was within his grasp and he’d traded it for the company of a pretty girl.

Heck, she wasn’t even that pretty.

Beautiful, though, when she smiled. And tonight she’d smiled just for him.

How long had it been since a beautiful woman smiled for his benefit?

But a thousand pretty women could have smiled at him for years to come if he’d just had the presence of mind to leave the damned cove.

He’d known the place for what it was, but just like the first time, he’d let it seduce him again.

Trap him again.

Daniel sucked in a breath he didn’t actually have.

Ellie!

She’d run through the shallow water when he was chasing her. But she’d done it in all innocence. Surely the waters of the cove wouldn’t punish her for that.

Scanning the garden as far as he could see, Daniel searched for her, wishing he could somehow literally beat the surrounding bushes.

But though he examined every corner of the yard and beneath every shrub and tree within his field of vision, he saw no trace of a woman with hair the color of moonlight and a smile to rival its glow.

He wouldn’t even consider that she might be trapped elsewhere. If the force in the cove was just, it kept its curse only for him.

Yet somehow tonight he’d been released for a while, Daniel thought, a fact offering a glimmer of hope that he would be again.

And if he was…when he was…he was outta here.

In the meantime he had something new to think about. What color, he wondered, were Ellie’s eyes when the moon didn’t wash them to silver?

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