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Until Maggie ripped her phone out of my hand. “All of it is viral. It’s like everyone took pictures of the damned thing. I’ve got people tagging me on Facebook, blowing me up on Instagram. I don’t even use LinkedIn, but I’ve gotten forty different notifications since last night about this thing.”
I shook my head slowly. “Maggie, I had no idea.”
She groaned as she stood. “I know you didn’t have any idea. Neither did I. But, that still doesn’t fix the issue that has now popped up. What are we supposed to do? I mean, are we actually, really, physically married?”
I slowly stood to my feet. “Mags, why don’t you sit back down? Let me get you some—”
She kept going, though. “I-I-I mean, did I really just marry the man who used to babysit me and wipe my ass when I was a child? Did I really just marry one of my father’s business friends?”
I settled my hands against her shoulders. “Here we go. Let’s just sit down right here and—”
She knocked my hands away. “Answer me, Michael! Are we married, or are we not married?”
And as my eyes danced between hers, I watched the rest of the blood drain from her face before her body started plummeting toward the floor.
9
Maggie
“Maggie, I’m right here. Can you hear me? Nod when you can hear me. It’s okay, you’re safe. You just had a moment. Maggie, I’m right here. Can you hear me?”
I groaned. “Mmph, my ankle.”
Mike’s face came into view as he hovered over me. “You twisted it when you went down. I tried to scoop you up as quickly as possible, but you went down pretty hard.”
I sighed. “Wh-what happened? Where am I?”
“Do you want to sit up?”
I cleared my throat as everything came rushing back. “Oh, shit.”
I shot up from my laid position, and Mike placed his hands on my shoulders. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy does it, Mags. You were out for a few minutes. Go slow.”
I smacked his hands away. “Where’s my phone?”
“I think we should talk about—”
I held up my finger, stopping his words in their tracks. “My phone, Michael. Now.”
With a heavy sigh, he pulled it out from behind him and handed it to me. I shot him a little glare before I started scrolling through the social media feeds I had up, and I felt that queasy sickness in my head returning. I pinched the bridge of my nose and turned off my screen, trying to find the strength I needed to get ready for today.
But, Mike’s voice sounded in my ear before I could move. “Mags, if you don’t want to go today, I can handle—”
I turned my eyes toward his. “I want to work today. I mean, I need to. It’s going to help clear my mind and plant me back on my feet.”
“Are you sure? Even with… well, you know.”
I closed my eyes. “Yeah, even with that.”
His hand settled against mine on the mattress. “Can we at least talk for a few minutes?”
I stood to my feet and shook my head. “I can’t stomach a conversation right now. I just want to work. I want to focus on something other than…that.”
He nodded slowly. “I get that.”
I stood to my feet to get ready, however, and my knees gave out from beneath me. Michael rushed to catch me, but not before my phone clattered to the floor, not before my pride crumbled at his feet, not before I knew he was right.
“Shit,” I murmured.
