Chapter 17
While he’d been in the bathroom and then the kitchen, Shane had convinced himself when he came back to the bedroom, he would know what to say or do. His body moved on autopilot, closing the door behind him, which was good because his brain fuzzed out looking at Maggie lying n***d on the bed waiting for him.
He shook his head. No, she wasn’t waiting for him. She was just lying in bed after having s*x. He had to remind himself she wasn’t yet his. But if that round of s*x didn’t convince her how good they would be together, he had no idea what would. He strode to the bed and handed her the glass of water.
“Congratulations,” he said, and immediately regretted it, but he couldn’t undo the stupid word.
“You weren’t so bad yourself.” She propped on an elbow, took the water, and gul
