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discussion about the future?”
“It was amazing,” Maggie said.
“And?”
“There needs to be an and after ‘amazing’?”
“Details, girlfriend. I want details,” Ginger said.
“Why?” Maggie teased. “It sounds to me like you and Roger have enough going on that you wouldn’t need to live vicariously through my dating life.”
“There’s always room for inspiration. But seriously, I just want to know that things are progressing in the proper fashion.”
“They are,” Maggie assured her. “Everything is just fine.”
“But . . .” Ginger prodded.
“No buts,” Maggie said.
“Oh, puhleeze,” Ginger said. “If ever there was anyone in the history of the world who overthought things it is you, and I know you have started second-guessing your relationship with Sam. It’s what you do.”
“I do not,” Maggie protested.
“Then what was that funny look I saw on your face when you were looking at Sam in the waiting room?” Ginger asked.
“You saw that?” Maggie asked.
“Uh-huh,” Ginger said.
“Okay, fine,” Maggie said. “It’s not a big deal. It just occurred to me that perhaps Sam might want one.”
“Want one what?” Ginger asked. “You’re going to have to be more specific. It’s Valentine’s Day, and my mind is ripe with naughty ideas.”
Maggie laughed. No wonder Ginger and Roger were still happily married after all these years. Ginger had a deliciously deviant side.
“Mind out of the gutter, please,” Maggie said. She leaned forward and lowered her voice. “A baby. After our conversation in the shop the other day, it occurred to me that Sam might want a baby.”
Ginger pursed her lips and her eyes went round. “Okay, I did not see that coming.”
“Neither did I,” Maggie said. “What do I do if he does? What if he wants the house, the wife, the two kids, and a minivan?”
“Minivans are highly underrated vehicles,” Ginger said. “You really can’t beat the practicality—”
Maggie gave her a dark look.
“Okay, then. Worry about it when he says he does,” Ginger said. “First, you need to find out what his thoughts are on the subject. A conversation you probably should have had before you started playing with fire, if you know what I mean.”
Maggie sighed. “We’re in our forties. Honestly, I was so swept up in us, I didn’t really think about it.”
“Uh-oh, they’re having a huddle,” Roger said to Sam as they joined them.
Ginger and Maggie broke apart and flashed blinding grins at their men in an attempt to make it look like they hadn’t been talking about one of them, which of course they had. “No, no huddle,” Ginger said. Then she gave Roger a seductive smile that made him audibly gulp. “But if you were looking for a huddle, I’d be happy to give you one on the dance floor.”
Roger held out his hand and helped Ginger to her feet. “Lead the way, pretty lady.”
Sam took the seat that Ginger had vacated. He leaned in close and nuzzled Maggie’s neck. “I like this.”
“Like what?” she asked. Her voice was breathier than she would have liked. How did he do that? Sam chuckled, and she knew he’d heard it.
“Being out, being a couple, with you,” he said. “I feel like the luckiest guy in the world.”
“Me, too,” Maggie said. “Well, except for the guy part. I feel like the luckiest gal in the world.”
She met his gaze and there was the same magic that had been between them from the time they were squabbling kids, hormonal teens, distant adults, and now as a couple. In fact, she was pretty sure the spark between them was hotter than ever.
“Pardon me. I hate to interrupt,” a voice said. “But I think we need to have a talk.”
Maggie glanced past Sam and saw Bruce Cassidy, Blair’s husband and Summer’s stepfather, standing by their table, and he did not look happy.
Chapter 8
“Mr. Cassidy,” Maggie said. She glanced quickly at Sam, who rose to his feet.
“Call me Bruce,” he said, and
“It was amazing,” Maggie said.
“And?”
“There needs to be an and after ‘amazing’?”
“Details, girlfriend. I want details,” Ginger said.
“Why?” Maggie teased. “It sounds to me like you and Roger have enough going on that you wouldn’t need to live vicariously through my dating life.”
“There’s always room for inspiration. But seriously, I just want to know that things are progressing in the proper fashion.”
“They are,” Maggie assured her. “Everything is just fine.”
“But . . .” Ginger prodded.
“No buts,” Maggie said.
“Oh, puhleeze,” Ginger said. “If ever there was anyone in the history of the world who overthought things it is you, and I know you have started second-guessing your relationship with Sam. It’s what you do.”
“I do not,” Maggie protested.
“Then what was that funny look I saw on your face when you were looking at Sam in the waiting room?” Ginger asked.
“You saw that?” Maggie asked.
“Uh-huh,” Ginger said.
“Okay, fine,” Maggie said. “It’s not a big deal. It just occurred to me that perhaps Sam might want one.”
“Want one what?” Ginger asked. “You’re going to have to be more specific. It’s Valentine’s Day, and my mind is ripe with naughty ideas.”
Maggie laughed. No wonder Ginger and Roger were still happily married after all these years. Ginger had a deliciously deviant side.
“Mind out of the gutter, please,” Maggie said. She leaned forward and lowered her voice. “A baby. After our conversation in the shop the other day, it occurred to me that Sam might want a baby.”
Ginger pursed her lips and her eyes went round. “Okay, I did not see that coming.”
“Neither did I,” Maggie said. “What do I do if he does? What if he wants the house, the wife, the two kids, and a minivan?”
“Minivans are highly underrated vehicles,” Ginger said. “You really can’t beat the practicality—”
Maggie gave her a dark look.
“Okay, then. Worry about it when he says he does,” Ginger said. “First, you need to find out what his thoughts are on the subject. A conversation you probably should have had before you started playing with fire, if you know what I mean.”
Maggie sighed. “We’re in our forties. Honestly, I was so swept up in us, I didn’t really think about it.”
“Uh-oh, they’re having a huddle,” Roger said to Sam as they joined them.
Ginger and Maggie broke apart and flashed blinding grins at their men in an attempt to make it look like they hadn’t been talking about one of them, which of course they had. “No, no huddle,” Ginger said. Then she gave Roger a seductive smile that made him audibly gulp. “But if you were looking for a huddle, I’d be happy to give you one on the dance floor.”
Roger held out his hand and helped Ginger to her feet. “Lead the way, pretty lady.”
Sam took the seat that Ginger had vacated. He leaned in close and nuzzled Maggie’s neck. “I like this.”
“Like what?” she asked. Her voice was breathier than she would have liked. How did he do that? Sam chuckled, and she knew he’d heard it.
“Being out, being a couple, with you,” he said. “I feel like the luckiest guy in the world.”
“Me, too,” Maggie said. “Well, except for the guy part. I feel like the luckiest gal in the world.”
She met his gaze and there was the same magic that had been between them from the time they were squabbling kids, hormonal teens, distant adults, and now as a couple. In fact, she was pretty sure the spark between them was hotter than ever.
“Pardon me. I hate to interrupt,” a voice said. “But I think we need to have a talk.”
Maggie glanced past Sam and saw Bruce Cassidy, Blair’s husband and Summer’s stepfather, standing by their table, and he did not look happy.
Chapter 8
“Mr. Cassidy,” Maggie said. She glanced quickly at Sam, who rose to his feet.
“Call me Bruce,” he said, and
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