Chapter 3
Maggie was too sore the next morning to do much of anything beyond shower. Jackie helped her to get dressed for the day, then ordered her straight back in to bed. Her hair was barely dry when she heard a knock at the door and Jackie yelling up the stairs.
“Maggie, you have company.”
“Send him up,” she called, suddenly nervous.
“Your face!” was the first thing he said. It had bruised overnight and her cheek was now a deep shade of purple.
“I would love to say that it looks worse than it feels, but it hurts like hell,” she said with a little smile.
“I didn’t realize you hit your face when you fell,” he said, sitting beside her and gently pressing his fingers to the bruise.
“I didn’t think it would swell up like this. I guess I was too distracted by the pain in my ankle to n
