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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I know I said there was one more chapter, but I added this one lol. This is kind of a bonus, because these two have been through hell & my babies deserve their happy moments more than ever.
"Never did I believe that there could be such utter happiness in this world, such a feeling of unity between two mortal beings. I love you—those three words have my life in them." — Alix of Hesse
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Chapter 92 <—————————————>
Maggie
Carefully, I placed the container back into my bag. "Did you enjoy your dinner, Miss Palce?"
Wendy smiled warmly. "It was amazing, honey." She squeezed my hand. "Thank you so much."
My smile matched hers. "It wasn't a problem at all."
"For her, maybe." Luke stretched his legs out, purposefully bumping my knee with his. Humor struck his eyes as he turned them to his mom. "My girl kept me up all night trying to get it right, then all morning making me tell her if it was or not."
I cast a glare his way. "You weren't complaining when you were eating it though, were you?" I had to start swatting his hand away at a certain point to stop him from eating the entire thing.
His grin grew. "Not in your face."
I scowled, hitting his knee with mine. Luke wrapped his hand around it, heating the spot from under his warmth.
I rolled my eyes anyway, the word choked from a second of his touch, "Whatever."
Wendy laughed as she glanced between the both of us. "You two are just perfect mirror images of each other, you know that right?"
A blush crept through my face as I smiled at her. "Thank you, ma'am."
"Mhm." Luke squeezed my knee, admiration blooming in his eyes. "And that's why she's mine."
My heart skipped too many beats to be considered normal. I squeezed the hand he had on my knee, already prepared to respond, before the buzz of his phone interrupted us.
Luke brought his hand to mine, squeezing as he pulled his phone out. "It's probably Ledge." His brown quirked as he read it. "I thought the party was at six."
I tilted my head. "That's because it is."
The group was still planning on throwing a party for Luke's dad's arrest, as well as us getting back together, despite the original being planned weeks ago. They weren't listening to either of our arguments though, so they were coming over in a few hours.
Luke tucked his phone away. "They're in our house, now."
"Tell them to go home and wait for the actual party."
