CHAPTER 8: MAGGIE
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Maggie sat at the bar in the Club, forcing herself not to gulp her drink. She glanced at a table in the corner. Too bad she couldn’t wait for Terry there, but she was pretty sure he’d be pissed if he found her hiding. Her only option was liquid courage. She took a long sip or her rum and coke. She should’ve never listened to Annie when they’d gone dress shopping. Annie had sworn that this dress would have Terry drooling at her feet. If she hadn’t been tipsy from their girls-night out, she would’ve known better. She was a mother of three, approaching middle age. She didn’t have the body for this outfit.
She tugged on the slinky, peach dress, attempting to cover more of her legs, but there wasn’t enough material. Even though she’d been working out a few days a
