She could see that Mateo was aching to hold her, but she wasn’t ready yet.
“So, we divorced. While still feeling utterly emotionally drained, I met Mason. He was charming, sweet and so romantic that he swept me off my feet.” She takes a deep breath and looks at her nails. She’d pulled the bright blue nail polish clean off by now.
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to tell me. You’ve told me more than enough. I don’t want to upset you again.”
Maggie shakes her head and then looks up to find his eyes filled with sorrow.
“I would rather tell you everything once and get it over with.” She looked at her hands again. Mateo gets up and comes back with a drink for each of them.
“If you are going to continue, I need this drink, and you probably need one too.” He holds out the glass and she takes it,
