Maggie Moves On

by Lucy Score

remember when Todd Whitecastle tackled you on the playground and the football knocked the wind right out of you?”

The football knocked the wind out of him? That’s odd.

“Person,” Silas interjected. Michael smiled shyly into his wineglass. “Person.

Ah. Do we have Dean’s love interest here now?

“Bad things can still happen even if no one has any bad intentions,”

“There might be a happy medium between being tied down and being a tumbleweed,”

FortyThreeBabe: OMFG, if MY ass were that big I’d never let myself be seen on camera. Maggie is so gross I can’t stop laughing!

Obviously someone from the 43rd state of Idaho. Perhaps it’s the Bubbly Arabella with the hots for Silas. I’d like to learn who at least one of the online trolls is. That could be very interesting and amusing! 😃

She clung to the front of his wet shirt like he was an anchor steadying her in the storm. But he was the storm. He devoured her mouth, savored the slide of her tongue against his, and celebrated the way she pressed her body against his. He reached for her ponytail, using it to tug her head back. His blood was electrified as he breathed her in.

It was a rainy afternoon, and Maggie Nichols was hell-bent on not taking advantage of it.

Not taking advantage of it as in not doing indoor work? This is a little confusing. She’s filled a soapy water bucket and seems to me like she is hell-bent to take advantage of the rainy outdoors to do indoor work.

“Sign in here on the sheet,” she said, pushing a clipboard at them. He just lost at blackjack and accused our dealer of cheating, so I hope you don’t have your hearts set on him being—”

ERROR A set of opening quotation marks is missing from when the nurse starts speaking again at “He just…”

dilapidated state of her home.

“Her home”? I thought it was just a house she is renovating. Not a home to her. Hmmm, is she feeling at home more so than usual? We’ll see, I suppose! 😉

planning on wearing for the day sat on the corner of her desk.

How does her toe look? It’s only been a week, right?

When she bit her lip, he guessed she was working out the perfect placement in her head.

No, she’s thinking that she won’t be around long enough for her to harvest any lemons. :-(

Her body was a miracle of contradictions, and he was going to take his time worshipping each and every one.

everyone had their journey. And it was better to fix things on your own than to accept meddling.

the pigtailed Judy McDonald, asking Maggie where her dad was on her family tree drawing. Maggie had gone home to ask her mother that very question, but it was years before she revealed the truth. Years before she realized she was better off not knowing.

Over half way through the book and we’re just now getting this hint about her dad?

“I read that Sebastian Spencer signed the giving pledge,” Morris mentioned to Blaire. The casual dropping of the billionaire philanthropist’s name had Maggie swallowing hard around a bite of chicken. Dean shot Maggie a sharp look from across the table. She picked up her wineglass and took a healthy swig.

So is this her dad? A billionaire? Was this always meant to be part of the plot, or was it a late addition? The first hint of her dad doesn’t happen until over halfway through. Usually, a clue about an antagonist comes a little sooner.

“You and Silas seem to be enjoying each other,” Blaire said, leaning over to top off Maggie’s wineglass.

Therapist or not, a mother saying this is a little too invasive. I would have been comfortable with “…enjoying each other’s company.”

“They’re friendly,” he promised as he held the screen open for her. “Come on in.”

He just invites a stranger into Maggie’s house?

“I don’t care if you have an entire high school marching band that lives in your attic and wakes up to practice at six a.m. I need a change, and I need your help.”

Stay in the local hotel, bitch. Maggie is WORKING. She’s just popping in out of the blue and expects to be welcomed in. Okay, even if she is welcomed by Maggie, I would question a mother’s parenting skills if she wants her toddler to live in a construction site!

Babies do not make you a fully realized woman. Neither does a man. That’s a truth we all have to learn the hard way.”

Amen!

but I finally got to mail him a check for every penny I owed him.” “That must have felt good.” “For about five minutes.

Keeping the money and continuing to move forward could have felt just as good.

“Our parents made us have chore day once a week while they all went to brunch. Every time I see a carton of orange juice, I feel compelled to clean the microwave,” he fibbed.

So it’s okay for him to lie to her but not the other way around?

It looked like Ann or Anna.

Maybe it’s Ava?

“Pipe burst in the bathroom upstairs,” Jim said, eyeing the mess of wet plaster on carpet that had been installed only a week ago.

Is it damaging the secret room? That is the first question that should be addressed for the readers. After all, we don’t have a blueprint in our heads as to exactly where each room is located.

He plucked her out of the vehicle, dragged a life jacket over her head, and threw her over his shoulder. “I am going to kick. Your. Ass,” Maggie growled, enunciating each word. He dropped her neatly into the boat, handed her a paddle, and kissed the hell out of her.

Do people wear helmets when kayaking? Why yes, they do! Does she kayak often? Nope. So in addition to the life jacket he put on her, he should have plopped a kayaking helmet on her, too!

went back to drinking. “Oh my God. Is that a fucking bald eagle?” She watched the bird swoop low, talons dipping into the river less than fifty yards in front of her.

If the eagle thought her hair or her head was a fish, a helmet would protect her from the eagle’s talons.

She and Dean hadn’t had a real discussion about it. Not since he’d been spending most of his free time with Michael.

Dean said early on that it was becoming too much for him and that traveling forever was not what he wanted.

She glared down at the soda—because she was allowed to call it a soda in her own damn head—

Millions of people call them “colas.”

And Wallace. The man was still a grump by anyone’s standards, but he’d found a purpose with her, with the mystery of the Campbells. What would he have when she was gone?

He doesn’t have to be in the house to study any items she donates to the library or town. She doesn’t absolutely have to remain in town for him to continue the hobby that he had begun way before she ever showed up. I thinks she’s placing too much importance on her own presence in his life.