She stopped to rub the back of her neck with a little groan. It had been one hell of a long day.
Ben came up behind her, gave her a little hug, and moved her long, mahogany hair to the side so he could rub her shoulders. Maggie’s first reaction was to pull away; at this particular moment, she wanted nothing to do with the human race. She stiffened at his initial touch but then relaxed. Ben – sweet, gentle Ben. He was not the problem. He was stalwart and patient with her. None of this was his fault. She sighed and stretched her neck appreciatively. After a minute, she turned to him, placed her arms around his waist, and smiled as she looked into his warm brown eyes. “Thanks, hun. You always have a knack for calming me down.”
He kissed the tip of her nose, smiled, and said, “I take it we are ordering in tonight?”
“Not until we break open a bottle of wine and my blood pressure drops a hundred points or so,” she replied, heading for the kitchen. “Red or white?”
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