Chapter 10

It took Maggie twelve seconds to come back into the living room after I hung up. "It's a good thing he doesn't know you very well, or he would have instantly picked up on you being a liar."

"I didn't want to admit I was a drunken moron, alright?"

"So, I think I need to add things up for you, Miss Bella," Maggie said, counting points on her fingers. "One, you're attracted to Edward, even though you've only said three words to him. Two, you were excited that he not only stood up for you, he touched you. Sadly it's the most action you've seen in years, because your douche of an ex left you feeling unwanted and unloved. Three, you got mad when you saw him talking to me. This is based solely on the fact you know how much I like peen, and assumed I was hitting on him. Do I have all of the facts?" she asked.

I nodded, refusing to look at her. "But…" I started to interrupt, and she punched my arm.

"I'm not done, yet. What you're going to do today is take a long hot shower, get into your best jeans, a shirt with some cleavage showing, and go to the damn bar. Be social and be nice. Now let's make waffles, I need the carbs." With that, Maggie shuffled into my kitchen. I contemplated what she said while she opened and slammed shut cabinets, until I couldn't take it any longer.

"For fucks' sake, Mags. You helped me unpack everything, why can't you find what you're looking for?" I pulled out the waffle maker for her and put it on the counter.

"Shut it, woman! I spent all night worrying over you. If I want to slam a few doors, I will." She hip checked me and yanked eggs out of the fridge. I moved out of her way and let her cook me breakfast in silence. When everything was ready, she handed me a plate of food and shoved past me to sit at the table.

"I'm sorry," I offered, eating bacon as if I had been starving for a week. "I should have at least sent you a text to let you know I was home."

"Yes you should have," She agreed.

"I acted immaturely and I can't even blame it on the drinking." She nodded her head and moved her hands in the symbol for 'more please'. "Ummmm, yeah, Mags, I've got nothing else." I grinned and she laughed.

After we finished breakfast, we sat in comfortable silence watching TV before Maggie left. Well, as comfortable as we could be with her constantly insisting I go see Edward today and me begging off because I had work to do. She reminded me that I could bring my computer to the bar and work, but I wasn't comfortable with that idea.

I hopped in the shower to erase last night's activities. I didn't feel like messing with my hair, so I piled it on top of my head and used a clip to hold it there. I was indecisive, before choosing against going to the bar. I was too embarrassed about my actions to face Edward today. Instead, I tugged on some flannel pajama pants with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on them and a purple tank top to match Donatello, before grabbing my laptop and settling on the patio to work.

Time got away from me because the next thing I knew, my stomach was rumbling. I got up to make a sandwich and checked the time on my cell. The game was getting ready to start, so I turned on the TV as I headed into the kitchen.

I curled up on my couch with my sammy and chips. At the beginning of the third inning, I got a text from Edward.

I take it you're not coming

I felt guilty immediately.

Not today, I'm working on my article

You're a writer? Cool-I'll let you get back to it, unless you want to come and work from here?

Not today, but thanks for the offer

Next time + I'm holding you to that

I placed my phone to the side and finished watching the game. On the commercials, I wrote, but I soon lost interest.

Later that night, as I was getting ready for bed, I received another text from Edward

Hope to see you soon

I returned the sentiment and went to bed with a smile on my face.

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