CHAPTER 7: Terry
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Terry led Maggie to his car and held the door while she climbed inside. So much for a night of s*x. She was a mess. He got into the driver’s side. “What’s your address?”
She rattled it off and he input it into the GPS. She stared out the window, shoulders slumped and the sparkle long gone from her tear-filled eyes. She looked like her entire world had collapsed and he had no idea how to fix it.
He pulled out of the parking lot. “I’m sorry.” It was the best he had.
She sniffled.
His foot pushed down on the gas. He was great with stubborn women, angry women, flustered women but not crying women. He always said the wrong thing and made everything worse.
“Not your fault.” She used part of her sleeve to dab at her eyes.
“No, but I’m sorry anyway.” There, that
