CHAPTER 12: Maggie
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Maggie stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. A ponytail just didn’t work with this dress, no matter how much Terry liked that hairstyle. Her cheeks heated at the memory, his fist in her hair while they made love. Was that what he was doing? She was making love, but was he? She pushed that thought aside. She wasn’t going to let her insecurities ruin this weekend or her life with Terry. He wasn’t the kind of man to use words like love. Instead, he showed her with his actions and his gifts. Her fingers drifted over her collar. It was lovely and expensive but mostly she liked it because it made his dark eyes almost glow when he looked at her.
He was a possessive man and as much as the modern, independent woman she was should scoff at it, her genetics wouldn
