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And speaking of fear, what’s going on with Dani Wilson and her husband? Something’s not right there, although it’s hard to believe that Nick Wilson, a man dedicated to alleviating the pain and suffering of others, could be responsible for Dani’s bruises. There must be another explanation. Nick Wilson seems like such a decent man.
Which is more than she can say about Sean Grant.Something definitely off about that man,Maggie thinks, although she can’t put her finger on it.
Her hand is reaching for the door when she feels someone close behind her and a masculine arm stretch across hers.
Her breath instinctively catches in her throat, a strangled cry emerging from her mouth. So much for taking back control of her life.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just trying to be a gentleman and get the door. Sorry,” the man says again, his blue eyes narrowing. “My God!” he exclaims. “Maggie?”
“Rick Atwood, certified public accountant,” Maggie replies.
“Wow. You look great.”
“Excuse me,” a woman says from behind them. “Are you going inside or what?”
“Sorry,” Maggie and Rick reply, their voices overlapping. They step inside the crowded space and into a long lineup.
“Wow,” he says again. “I can’t get over how terrific you look. Not that you didn’t look nice before,” he adds quickly.
“I looked awful before.”
“No,” he says. “Not awful. Just…this is better.”
“Thank you.” Maggie’s smile reappears. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to stop by your office.”
“Really? You need an accountant?”
“No. Well, I don’t know. I might,” Maggie says, wondering if she and Craig will require separate accountants, if they file for divorce.When,she corrects herself silently.Not if. “I wanted to thank you for telling me about the job that was available….”
“Oh, right. I remember. Did your daughter get it?”
“No, actually.Idid.”
“Youdid?”
“You’re looking at Maggie McKay, Nadine’s new receptionist.”
“I didn’t realize you were looking.”
“Neither did I.” Maggie laughs, noting the curiosity in his eyes, eyes that are even bluer—and younger—than she first realized. “Very long story.”
“I like long stories.”
Maggie nods. “Maybe some other time.”
“I’d like that, too.”
Maggie has no idea what to say to that, so she says nothing. Is he saying he’d like to see her again? She doesn’t know, and she’s through with jumping to conclusions where men are concerned, trying to second-guess what is really on their minds. If Richard Atwood, certified public accountant, is really interested in seeing her again, as he seems to be implying, if this isn’t just her overactive imagination or a case of wishful thinking, if he isn’t just being polite, making idle conversation while they wait in line, he’ll have to come right out and say so.
“Are you married, Maggie McKay?” he surprises her by asking.
“Technically, yes. I guess,” she hears herself say.
“You guess?”
“We’re separated.”
He smiles. “In that case, are you free tomorrow night?”
