Shane wanted to hit something. No, he wanted to destroy it. Preferably Todd McCann. If Shane had had these details years ago, he probably would’ve killed the guy instead of just beating him senseless. He watched Maggie curl into herself while he paced.
As much as it might kill him, he sat back down and put a gentle hand on her back. He forced the words out despite not wanting to go on. “What else?”
Maggie turned her head to the side without lifting it. “I don’t know. As much as I’d like to think I know what will freak me out, I don’t. Just like the whiskey breath. I didn’t see that coming.”
“Fair enough. But when you feel something coming, you have to promise not to brush it aside.”
“Okay.”
“Now tell me what you do want.”
A bright pink spot appeared on the cheek he could see. “I thou
