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But to kick off... Let's have a little bit of an O'Reilly's Bride excerpt:
“Fancy meeting you here.”
He grinned, immediately recognizing her smile for what it was. A front specifically for his benefit.
“Yeah, fancy that.” He took a swig of beer and stood by her side, his feet set slightly apart, claiming the piece of ground he was standing on while he looked at the small crowd and glanced occasionally at Maggie from the corner of his eye, “Don seems to be having a good time.”
Maggie looked over at their neighbour, “Yeah, he does,” With a safe topic to discuss she immediately slipped into the easy role that until a few months ago had been so natural to her, leaning a little closer to Sean and nudging her shoulder against his upper arm, “You see the way he keeps looking at Rachel?”
Sean leaned his head a little closer to hers and dropped his voice conspiratorially, “She keeps looking at him too, when she thinks he can’t see her.”
The subject of the octogenarian love affair was one they frequently talked about. Maggie smiled and tilted her head to look up into dark eyes, her voice low, “You think they’ll ever get it together? Or is that still too much of a stretch for you into the realms of believing good things can happen?”
Sean’s eyes locked with hers and he stared at her for a long moment, “I’m learning to stretch some. So, maybe it might happen yet. They’ve been friends a long time though.”
“Yes they have, but you only have to see the way they are together to know there’s more there.”
He blinked slowly and smiled.
Maggie searched his eyes, looking from one to the other. She tilted her head to the other side and searched again, then an eyebrow quirked and she asked, “What?”
The smile remained, “What?”
She stared back at him, “You have a look.”
“Do I?” He continued smiling his usual self assured smile, his eyes giving nothing away.
It bugged the hell out of Maggie that he had the ability to do that and that he still felt the need to do it around her. He was just so controlled sometimes that she wanted to smack him silly. He held everything inside, guarded from the world so that in the brief instances he did open up it made it all the more of a gift to whoever was allowed in. But he still didn’t completely trust her, did he?
The fact that she’d had to hold back so much from him of late made the realization almost hurtful. She hated that a relationship that had come to mean so much to her had come to this point.
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