She smiled. “I’m saying that…I…want—”
“Don’t do that,” he said through his teeth, pulling her closer into his embrace, a chill traveling though his spine. “Just say it.”
She bit her mouth on a chortle. “I mean, when the time comes, which is not today, not this year…I will say yes.” She leaned back to say more, but he crushed her into his arms.
At this moment, he fell in love with her all over again. Tenfold.
“Mi—”
“Hush.” He closed his eyes. “Let me have this moment please.”
She yielded, relaxing in his arms without a word. When he finally let go, she was smiling.
“I love you,” she said.
He pressed his mouth to hers, wondering if he could put all his feelings into one kiss. “I love you, too.”
Someone knocked on the trailer door. Of all the worst times.
“Just pretend we’re not here,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Mike,” a repugnant voice he detested to the core called out.
Maggie drew back, pushing his arms away, her eyes wide. “Shit,” she stage-whispered. “That’s Andrea.”
Scene62
Mike
Mike heard the jiggle of the door handle. “Fuck. You didn’t lock the door?”
Stunned, Maggie shrugged.
“Hello?” Andrea called out.
He bit the inside of his cheek. “In here,” he shouted. “Give me a second.”
“What the hell is she doing here?” Maggie whispered.
He rolled his eyes as Andrea’s steps approached, opening the bathroom door. She had a big smile on her face that vanished when she saw Maggie.
“I said give me a second,” he said.
Her eyes stared at her daughter with fury. “I didn’t hear you.”
“That doesn’t mean you come look for me in the bathroom.” He stepped forward, compelling Andrea to step back and out of the room. Maggie walked out by his side, her expression sullen.
He held Maggie’s hand as he ushered her to the trailer door, worried sick. The past two months weren’t easy with her depression. Work seemed to be the main thing that got her out of it, and Andrea, just being here, was already saddening his girl—and him. Andrea had just ruined one of the best moments of his life, but he didn’t care much about himself now. It was Maggie his heart squeezed for. He was sure Andrea was here to shit all over the most important thing Maggie cared about. “You all right?”
“Whatever reason she’s here, it can’t be good,” she whispered, pale.
“I’ll take care of it. Trust me on this one. Go finish your work as if she was never here, okay? Think of nothing but how much I love you and how happy we are together,” he whispered in her ears, fixing his jeans. “Do you want me to give you a hot kiss in front of her and piss her off?”
Finally, Maggie smiled, shaking her head. “Just don’t take too long.”
He sighed when she left, his face contorting with agitation. He folded his arms across his chest as he turned to look at the devil’s face in full makeup. “I can’t believe you have the guts to show up here after what you did. Do you wanna tell me what the fuck you’re doing here?”
Andrea spread her arms around the back of the couch, crossing her legs. “I thought I told you to break up with her.”
