Page 111 of Hello Heartbreaker

“What should we do?” he asked.

I gave him a look. “Stay the hell out of it, right?”

He cringed. “But Camryn’s already texting me shit from Pinterest. The kind of shit she should be sending a girlfriend. Like Maggie.”

I laughed. “Looks like you’ll have to see the pins until they figure it out.”

“How did you know they’re called pins?”

“I have a sister,” I replied.

We had to gun it a little bit to get up the hill. But even after, Cooper was quiet for a minute.

“What?” I asked him.

“How do you know I’m thinking something?”

“Cause the only time you’re quiet is when you’re thinking something bad. Otherwise it all comes out your mouth.”

He had a wary smile. “I don’t know if I should say it.”

“Say it.” I took a breath, knowing it would probably be something I didn’t like.

“Well, seems like Mags can hold a grudge.”

I chuckled. “That’s true. But it’s all because she wants to protect herself from being hurt. Her mama wasn’t there to protect her like she should have those teen years, and I think she learned she has to do that for herself.”

Cooper ducked his head in a nod. “I get it, I do, but knowing what I know about Maggie and with what Cam told me she said to Mags, this might not be something Maggie lets go of—before the wedding or after.”

The thought hurt me, because those two had been such good friends since we were all in high school. “They’ll work it out,” I said, more of a prayer than a promise.

“I hope so, but what happens the next time you two have a fight?” Cooper asked. “You’re a hothead, and Mags likes to run. Aren’t you worried she’ll ice you out again?”

I gritted my teeth as his words hit my ears and transformed into an uneasy feeling that churned in the pit of my gut. That fucker was right. If Mags and I were going to move forward, she needed to learn how to forgive.

“I see one up there,” I said, nodding toward a cow separated from the rest of the herd. Without waiting for Cooper to reply, I sped up and went to check it out.

* * *

Maggie stayedat my place every night that week, and Thursday night, I said, “Hey, what do you say you and I go on a trip after the championship this weekend? We can stay at Gage’s fancy hotel and drink champagne and spend some time together?”

She slipped under the covers and said, “I like the sound of that.”

I smiled over at her. Sometimes I couldn’t believe I had my Maggie back, that this beautiful woman was sharing a bed with me and so much more.

But that niggling feeling had stayed in my gut since Cooper and I had that brief conversation. I knew I wanted to talk to her about it, but I wanted to make sure we talked at just the right time.

She curled into my arm, resting her head on my shoulder. She wore a pink, floral silk cap—she said it kept her natural waves from getting frizzy, but I mostly thought she looked adorable. “I love your little bonnet,” I said.

She adjusted the pink headband. “It’s not a bonnet.”

“Whatever you”—I touched the tip of her nose with my finger—“say.”

She batted my hand away and curled into my arms, looking up at me.

“What?” I asked.

Her smile softened. “Lying in bed with you, it makes everything feel better.”

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