Chapter 15

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“He did what?” Maggie asked through her laughter.

“Kissed me. Jeez, what is it with the guys at our school? Is everyone frickin’ gay?”

“Oh, God.” Maggie pulled a scatter cushion from the sofa and bent forward, laughter bubbling forth. “You really area fag stag.”

JJ paced Maggie’s living room. “I’m gonna get T-shirts printed with JJ IS NOT GAYin big bold capitals across the front.”

Maggie shook her head. “Oh, God. It could only happen to you.”

“If you get any more matchmaking ideas,” JJ stopped pacing, turned to face Maggie, and put his fists on his hips, “keep ’em to yourself. I’m through sticking my nose into other people’s love lives.”

Maggie stopped laughing. “It was actually your idea if you remember.”

“Yeah,” JJ eventually conceded, “but I’d kinda changed my mind and wouldn’t have said anything if you hadn’t insisted me and Steve go to the gym. ‘You’ve put on a couple extra pounds.’ And, ‘You need to get your pitching arm in shape,’” JJ mimicked her.