Chapter Eighteen
Maggie hadn’t slept well. She’d tossed and turned all night, moving from the right side of the bed to the left. She awoke sore, irritated, and confused.
On the one hand, Dylan had made it clear that this was a marriage of convenience for them both. Then he’d made pretty speeches about taking care of her every need and becoming her family.
On the other hand, he insisted there would be nothing physical between them. Then he kissed her senseless, got jealous anytime another man showed interest. He held her hand and held her close only to leave her at her bedroom door on their wedding night.
Maggie no longer knew which way was up and which way was down. She did know the way to Dylan's door. She got out of the bed and dressed for the day. Then she opened her door and, prece
