CHAPTER 8: Maggie
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Maggie left the bedroom and headed for the door. “Are they still there?”
Izzy shrugged, not taking her eyes from the TV. “I told them you were coming.”
“Thank you.” She’d be doing exactly that if she and Terry hadn’t been interrupted. She opened the door.
“Hi. I’m here to see Mr. Sullivan,” said a young woman wearing a hotel uniform.
“He’s in the shower.” Waiting for her. “Can I help you?”
The lady handed her a bag filled with beach toys. “The chairs and umbrella are at the stand as you enter the beach. Was your food order satisfactory?”
She took the bag, her heart filling with love. The damn man was so good at taking care of everyone. She needed to get back in that bathroom and take care of him. “Yes. Thank you. Everything is perfect.”
“Great.” The wom
