CHAPTER 22: Maggie
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Maggie hurried into her house, overloaded with groceries. She should’ve asked Terry how many of his friends were coming to help, but it hadn’t been top on her mind last night. This morning, she hadn’t had the heart to wake him. He’d looked so sweet sleeping—his usually stern face relaxed, his broad back bare, the blanket tossed carelessly over his hips. It’d taken every ounce of will power she’d had not to run her hands down all that smooth skin and then follow the same path with her lips. God, that man turned her on. Unfortunately, she’d been a good girl and had gone to the grocery store.
If these guys were coming to help, even if it were only two additional men, she’d need to feed them lunch. She dropped the bags on the table and began putting away the gro
