Maggie stopped in the hallway, pausing to take a few deep breaths as she attempted to calm her pulse into something resembling normal. She pasted on what she hoped was a relaxed smile and returned to Bobby in the living room.
Um, Michael apparently overextended himself today. I think hes down for the night.
Bobby looked concerned. Do you want me to leave? We can do this another time when hes feeling better.
God, no! The foods already here, Maggie exclaimed.
Bobby smiled wryly.
Oh, shit, that came out all sorts of wrong. Im just flustered because dinner tonight was his idea. I know hes really grateful for your help. So am I, come to that.
She smiled, genuinely this time. Lets start again. Welcome.
Bobby grinned boyishly, his blue eyes sparkling. Thanks. Im happy to be here. He handed her a glass of white wine and took one himself.
Here you go, cher. He touched his glass to hers. Sante.