Chapter Six
Dazzling.
That was the only word Maggie could use to describe the blue of his eyes. They weren't crystal clear because there was a hint of navy. But the color was a little too light to be categorized as exactly navy. So, dazzling it was.
And he was staring at her. No, not staring. Gazing.
Maggie knew the difference. She'd had plenty of people stare at her in elementary school when they discovered that Santa had never come to her house. Or when she wore outdated hand-me-downs in middle school. Or when she temporarily went vegan in high school. Or when she insisted she could save an animal that was clearly bound for pet heaven.
Those were all stares that said, “What is with this girl?,” or “Would you look at this poor thing,” or “What an annoying woman.”
None of those was t
