Maggie gulped down a horrible cup of coffee in her apartment before heading down to talk to Ryan. She’d have to ask Mary how she made such good coffee. Walking through the back door of the bar had begun to feel second nature, much like it had five years ago. Maggie paused and let the enormity of that sink in.
She was getting her life back.
With an extra spring in her step, she strode to the office door and knocked. When Ryan called out, she walked in.
“Hey, Maggie, what are you doing here?”
“I want to talk to you.”
“Shoot.”
She sat in front of him and placed her folder on his desk. He continued to stare at his computer screen. “I want you to listen.”
She paused, waiting for him to look at her. When he realized she was silent, he turned away from the computer. He leaned back in his c
