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Palo waited. Waited to come to his senses. Waited for Maggie to blink so that he could convince himself that it wasn’t him she was looking at. She never had before except in passing.
Not that he’d done anything to encourage it.
Men like him didn’t deserve women like Maggie Torres. It wasn’t just her looks. Five-foot-two of curvy Latina with dark brown hair down to her shoulder blades, so thick a man could get lost in it.
She was everything he wasn’t.
Smart, funny, and a crazy good mechanic. People lit up the moment she entered a room and sighed sadly when she left them behind. Her easy laugh always brightened any gathering. She always had the quick joke or tease. By the time he thought one up, the conversation had long since moved on.
People barely noticed when he arrived or depart
