Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"A gut feeling is like a drill, a simple instrument whose force lies in the quality of its material." — Gerd Gigerenzer, Gut Feelings ————————————————————
Chapter 32 <—————————————>
Maggie
"Now open your eyes," my grandmother said, pulling my fingers apart from my clenched fist. "Voila."
My eyes fell to the palm of my hand. A strawberry candy was inside.
I looked up to her, faking shock around a grin. "How?"
Granny shrugged, snatching it from my hand. "A magician never reveals her tricks, sunshine."
It wasn't a trick, though. Ever since Jax and I were children, she'd always do this with all sorts of candy and claim it as magic. All she'd do was demand we close our eyes, and place the candy in our hands.
I'd bought her a packet of strawberry candies, and Jax supplied the strawberry wafers. We both had to sneak it into the hospital, but we managed to get it to her.
Jax wiped the crumbs from either side of his mouth, leaning forward. He clapped his hands on his knees with a grin. "Okay, me next."
"Give it up, Jax. This is your fifth time." I rolled my eyes, taking my piece of candy back from granny. "Don't fall for it, granny."
Jax shot daggers into my soul, tossing a wrapper at me. "Mind your business, Mags." He directed a sweet smile to our grandmother. "I'm simply appreciating a brilliant craft."
Her expression softened at him, as it always did. Jax's smirk went to me before he let it morph back into innocence. I had to stop from scoffing aloud. Poser.
"You two need to settle down," Granny chuckled at us. "My Jack and Jill."
My heart warmed at her name for us. It was what she always called the two of us whenever we would argue.
I pulled my legs under me, passing over the ache in my back. Hospital furniture was a menace, but they were what was here so I dealt with it.
While Jax and granny talked, I took the opportunity to check my phone. My eyes skipped over the other notifications, and instead went for the ones in the lead.
For someone who had an entire business to work on, Lukes' responses came even quicker than my own did. Often, I sucked at texting back, but apparently when I was with him, that same rule didn't apply.
After several exchanges, we both decided to start our new 'friendship' by changing the other's contact name to something less indecorous. Nicest we could come up with was 'Hate You.'
