Chapter Eleven
Maggie spent the last of her spare cash on a cab to catch the two forty-five ferry over to Las Seta. She’d loved this crossing. At one time, she’d loved a lot of things.
There were half a dozen people on the passenger-only ferry as it docked. Sam, a southern gentleman, tall, fit and extremely handsome in his worn blue jeans and jean jacket, and one of the most caring men she’d ever met, was waiting.
Sam grabbed her hand as she climbed over the side of the small boat, and before she could pull back and step away, he pulled her close and hugged her. “Maggie, it’s good to see ya.”
The southern drawl remained the same thick, musical lilt, filling her with some measure of comfort. He didn’t question her, but when he pulled back, he gazed at her with soft blue eyes that reache
