“Her hair was impossibly tangled, her eyes were bleary from lack of sleep, her cheeks rosy…and she had a foolish grin plastered to her face. Stop smiling, she told herself. You look like an idiot! Five minutes later she emerged from the shower, squinted into the fogged mirror and rolled her eyes. She was still smiling. “They’re going to know,” she murmured. “They’re all going to know. And he’s going to know.” That was the worst part. Hank Mallone was going to know he’d just given her the best ni...ght of her life. She wasn’t quite sure why that bothered her so much, but she felt like a cat with its hackles raised. Defense mechanism, she guessed. The more she loved him, the more wary she became. Weird. Definitely weird, she decided. She pulled a comb through her curls, dropped a T-shirt over her head, put on a pair of black jogging shorts, and checked the mirror one last time. The smile was still there. Hank was stapling a new piece of screen across the door when Maggie came into the kitchen.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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