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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"As long as we share the same sky and breathe the same air, we're still together." — Donna Lynn Hope ————————————————————
Chapter 56 <—————————————>
Maggie
There he was. To the left of Kade, in the very front row.
There was a bouquet in his lap, as well as a large, heavy bag near his feet. He was fiddling with his bracelet, biting at the inside of his cheek with a nervous edge that I could sense from here.
Even though his attention was supposed to be on Jax, he was staring directly at me.
Fuck.
He was staring at me.
I jumped back from the curtain so quickly, I stumbled into one of the other crew mates.
Luke was here.
Why was he here?
There was an obvious reason, one that wasn't too hard to realize, but it was nearly impossible to try and understand.
Fuck, fuck.
I was already nervous, but now? I regretted not taking those shots with Jax before we left the house.
I wasn't even sure how I made it back to Jax's room until the cool wall was bruising my backside. I had left everything inside of here to pick up later, but even from here, I could see the screen of my phone lighting up on the table.
My tottering feet carried me across the room. When I read the message, my breath was swept right from under me all over again.
Luke: You look so beautiful, Maggie.
My skin flushed red at it, and he wasn't even saying it to me directly. Just reading it, though, made my heart tremor.
Before I remembered why he wasn't saying it to my face.
I caught sight of messages from the girls wishing me good luck, but for my own sanity, I chose to avoid looking at the phone, again.
Except I did.
I didn't respond to Luke's message. Instead, I read it a thousand times over, until my eyes finally burned from the glare of the screen. It still didn't provide any help.
When I thought back to how easily he played and toyed with me, his actions didn't make sense, not at all. If he didn't care, then he wouldn't be here.
He could have been balls deep in some other chick by now, out with his other friends on god knows what, or just anything else, but he wasn't. He was here. In that crowd, with a dozen roses for me.
