“What do I need to know about you?” He adjusted his grip on the railing, shirt riding up and abs peeking out again, and Maggie totally forgot the question. “You know . . . Hi, Ethan.” His voice went slightly higher too. “I’m Mar—” “Maggie,” she cut in before he could get it wrong. “—ga-ret,” he changed on the fly. “I’m a Sagittarius—” “Capricorn.” “Virgo rising.”
