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“Oh, please, Maggie. The walls in this cabin are not thick in the slightest. Made me rather jealous.”
Maybe I should have kicked Greg out of the bedroom and let him come out here first.
“Yeah, well, don’t be.”
“Why is that?”
“Because we were just working off stress.”
“I think it’s more than that, Maggie. I know that you and Greg never were able to keep your hands off one another.” She pursed her lips. “I’m a bit confused about how and when he came back into your life, and why we are here. Wherever we are.”
I chuckled. “You don’t remember last night?”
“Everything is a muddled mess in my mind, Maggie. Nothing makes sense.” She looked so sad, and I went to sit beside her.
“I know it doesn’t make much sense, Mom. I wish I could fix it, fix you, and make you better.”
“Oh, Maggie, I know, but this is not your problem. Tell me, Maggie, how often am I lucid?” She turned to me. “Truthfully.”
“Not very often, Mom. Sometimes you can go for a week or two without knowing where or who you are, and sometimes you are good for a few hours. It has been a long time since you were with me for a full day.”
She sighed and sipped her coffee. “Yeah, I think I knew that.”
“It’s okay, Mom. You still have years ahead of you.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Maggie.” I laughed. “Why is Greg back? Did he finally come back for you? I knew one day he would, and he’d tell you that he still loved you.”
“No, that’s not it, Mom. We just ran into each other.” The door opened, and Greg stepped out, a mug in his hands as he turned toward me. For a long moment, we stared at one another, and then he yanked his gaze to my mother.
“Mrs. Valor, how are you today?”
“I’m fine, Greg, but I’m starving. I’m sure you two worked up an appetite too.”
His eyes widened, and I saw the blush stealing up his neck. “Well, let me see what I can find to make for breakfast.”
He disappeared into the house, and my mother turned to me. “You are blind if you do not see how much that man loves you, Maggie Sue Valor.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Gregory
The fuck that was just sex. I stared at the closed door. How could Maggie say that was just sex? I flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling as my fist hammered the mattress beside me in frustration. Damn, that woman. I swear she was a vixen; her sweet little body just had to touch mine to inflame it, and I couldn’t think straight.
What did Maggie mean she couldn’t get pregnant? I should be happy to hear that. We could have all the sex we wanted and not need to worry about using anything. Frustratingly, I wasn’t pleased about that. I didn’t like the idea that Maggie couldn’t have children. Had she been pregnant before? Had some random complications ruined her pregnancy and any chance of having kids? That thought stabbed through my chest, and I threw the sheet back and got out of bed.
After I was dressed, I slipped into the bathroom and then poured myself a coffee. I could see Maggie and her mom on the swing talking, and I joined them on the porch. The moment I stepped out the door, all I wanted to do was drop to my knees in front of Maggie and beg her to explain why she couldn’t have kids. Why did that bother me so damn much?
Instead, I rushed my sorry ass back inside, mortified that her mother seemed to know we’d had sex and started rummaging around in the kitchen for something to fix. Mike came here quite often, so there was an excellent selection of canned and boxed goods. A peek in the fridge showed eggs, bacon, a pound of hamburger, cream, orange juice, a few condiments that wouldn’t spoil anytime soon, and the bottom shelf was stocked with beer. I wondered if it would look bad if I downed a couple of those real quick.
The door opened, and I peered back to find Mrs. Valor stepping inside. “Did you sleep alright?” I asked her as she went to the coffeemaker and began to pour more.
“Yes, I slept better than I expected to.” She turned and glanced around the cabin. “This is a cute cabin; Maggie’s father would have loved it here. The lake is beautiful.”
“It is nice. I’ve come up here a couple of times with Mike.”
“It was kind of him to allow you to borrow this.” She studied me carefully, and it began to make me very uneasy.
“Would you prefer eggs or pancakes for breakfast?”
