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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"Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing." — Torquato Tasso
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Chapter 45 <—————————————>
Maggie
I tucked the last of the nail polish away. "How was that?"
Granny turned her hand in all sorts of directions for a better view. "Perfect, as always. This color compliments me so well."
I chuckled, tucking my feet under me in my chair. "You're looking like a new woman already, granny."
I had been at the hospital all day. I wanted to use the excuse of just wanting to visit, but in all honesty, I was just trying to avoid Luke.
We hadn't talked since yesterday evening. Not a peep. All that was shared between us were a couple glares, and a hushed tension.
This morning, I'd found him sitting at the table with my favorite breakfast already plated, and my seat prepared. Me, being the petty bitch I am, walked in and out without a word, took my plate and juice, then returned back to my room.
I didn't want to be mean, but I didn't deserve to be disrespected, either. If he thought he had the right to be mad, then I sure as hell did, too.
I'd only done what he'd done for me: helped. As much as I rejected it at first, I learned to accept it and attempted to show my gratitude. I hadn't went and said things like he did, despite how badly I wanted to.
The moment he practically forced me to accept his help, he'd signed his own shit over to me, as well. Now, it was mine to deal with too, or least mine to help him deal with. I didn't give a shit if he didn't like it. I didn't let the people I cared about just get beaten senseless when there was a free chance standing right in front of me to stop it.
I hadn't even realized my anger was beginning to physically show until I heard granny.
"What's got you so constipated tonight?"
My eyes raised to hers. Despite the anger from last night, a small chuckle slipped from me. It was the first one ever since then.
"Nothing," I lied through a sigh. "It's nothing at all."
Granny narrowed her eyes at me, studying me over. "Hmm." I could tell she wasn't convinced, but knew that it'd be a lost cause to ask.
"Whatever you say, baby. Here." Before I could react, she shoved a KitKat piece into my mouth. Her smile lit up at me. "Candy fixes damn near everything. Eat up and wipe that frown off, right now."
I chuckled around the candy, grabbing it to bite a piece off. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special, you know that?" Genuinely so.
As I said, I'd been here all day since I didn't know who else to go to for a distraction. I wasn't going to Jax, and I definitely wasn't going to call Kimberly and Raven about it. As much as I needed their advice on how to handle these men of ours, I wouldn't take the chance of them linking it all together.
