Chapter SIX

“It’s been two weeks, Charley. Two weeks of almost kisses, platonic touches, and business meetings where the ass-face actually listens to what I say,” Maggie growled over the phone to Charley Maccon.

“Oh no, not that,” Charley mocked.

The two had struck up a friendship over the last year, and she chatted with the woman often despite the fact her triplets were giving her fits. Imagine three children all walking, talking, and starting school at the same time!

Maggie didn’t think she could handle that. One younger sister was enough to contend with at the moment. Besides, with Alex Kensington hounding her every move, it wasn’t like she had the time to do anything but think of the confounded man.

“Well, go on, spill girl!”

“What?”

“I wanna know if that Tiger is as good-looking as everyone says he is,” Charley laughed.

“Who said he’s good-looking?” Maggie asked and wondered at the homicidal rage that rose inside her with surprising speed.

“Just people around town.”