Page 33 of Panther's Magpie
I can’t help but chuckle. “It’s definitely not my favorite, I’ll give you that.”
Once she finishes her fries, she moves onto her salad, making me smile.
I don’t know if a woman’s food choices have ever made me smile, but I’m starting to realize everything Maggie does pleases me.
There’s so much more to her than I ever thought.
A slap rings out through the diner, and we both turn and look.
“How dare you!” a woman screeches.
“Joann, it’s not what you think!” a man tells her as he holds up his hands.
“You know this woman?” the woman he was dining with asks.
“Not now, Macy,” he hisses.
“Macy, that’s your whore’s name?” Joann asks before rounding on the woman. “Seriously, Macy, did you just willfully ignore the wedding ring on his hand or are you just blind?”
The woman gasps. “I’m not a whore! He told me you two were getting a divorce.”
“Oh, trust me, we will be,” Joann mutters.
Movement out of the corner of my eye makes me turn my head. I raise a brow when I watch Maggie steal another fry from my plate.
“What? Drama like this requires fries or popcorn, and I’m out of both.” She shrugs, making me chuckle.
The manager quickly escorts the cheating husband and his women out of the diner, and everything goes back to normal.
“That was unexpected.”
“Right? Like, damn, man, how stupid are you? Also, fuck that bitch. There was no way she missed his wedding band.”
“Don’t like cheaters?” I ask.
“Does anybody?”
“True.”
“Anyway…” she drawls out as she sets down her fork after finishing her salad. “How’s the dessert here? I could go for something sweet.”
“For that balanced meal, right?” I tease, making her smile.
“Now you’re getting it. It’s almost as if you know me,” she quips, making me chuckle.
I’m starting to. Slowly but surely, and the more I learn about her, the more intrigued I am.
Ever since she walked into my clubhouse and I let my anger and hate go, she’s consumed me. She’s the only woman I have my eyes on, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out before I make a move. It’s wrong. Especially with Aspen missing and her being Aspen’s friend, but fuck if I’m finding it in me to care. Right now, she is the only bright light in my life.
I clear my throat. “How about after we finish here, we take a walk? I know there’s a bakery not too far from here.”
“I’d like that,” she says softly.
After I finish and pay the bill, we head out. As we start to walk down the street, she reaches out and holds onto my upper arm.
“Sorry.” She starts to remove her hand, but I stop her.
“You’re good.”
