Page 16 of Time Out

I opened the door and stood in the doorway, and there she was.

Maggie.

Thick head of shining chocolate-brown hair. Completely natural with a curvy body and those tits….

Damn, those suckers were otherworldly. So full. Round. Plump.

“Snickers,” I choked out. And made sure I hadn’t actually been saying hello to the girls but to the girl…

Well… the girls. “You are?”

The blonde standing off to Maggie’s side shrugged. “Moral support.”

“Hello, moral support.” The new blonde rolled her eyes.

I dismissed her for the girl who’d appeared in more than one dream in the last two months.

As our eyes met again, Maggie shuffled on her feet. Not exactly the excited look of what I would have preferred. “How are you?”

“Can we talk?” she asked, and I was pretty sure those light-blue eyes of hers had a sheen of wetness in them.

No good conversation ever started with tears and a need to talk.

“Sure.”

I stepped back, and they entered, the new blonde more confident and at ease, while Maggie’s eyes roamed the open floor of my condo. Straight ahead from my front door was the city’s skyline with an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked my two-story deck. Although she’d already seen it. Was she thinking about what we’d done out there? Or on the couch in her line of sight or at the kitchen counter?

Hell, we’d defiled ninety percent of the interior.

Her eyes rounded larger with everything she took in, and her face paled.

What the hell?

I mean… she’d come here. Moral support headed to the kitchen counter, dropped her purse and hopped up onto one of the black leather stools. “Merry Christmas, by the way, and good game today.”

Confusion and excitement whirled together, slicing through my stomach as something else took root.

Worry. Who were these women, and what in the hell were they doing here, and worse… why had I let them in?

Chapter 6

Maggie

I was so vastly out of my league.

In all my worry over the last several days, I’d forgotten the most important thing.

He was filthy rich and living a high-profile life.

I was the exact opposite and hadn’t taken a single step to accomplish what I wanted most in life.

What in the hell did we have in common besides a mixture of our DNA forming into something that would soon resemble an alien swimming in my uterus?

“Um. I know this is a surprise and all, but I swear neither of us are crazy.”

“Speak for yourself,” Belle snorted. “Lance tells me all the time I’m a certified nut job.”

Davis’s thick, blond brows tugged together, and his gaze slid from me to her.

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