Kapitel 47: Chapter 47: A Really Bad Idea

This is probably a bad idea.  Maggie stood on the terrace of Michael’s apartment looking out over the city.  It looked magical after dark, all dotted with twinkling lights.  Even the traffic sounds were muted from this height.  Lost in thought as she was, Michael’s voice startled her. 

“That’s better.  Can I get you something?”

She turned to see that he’d exchanged his suit for jeans and a faded forest green t-shirt.  His feet were bare.  “Come on in, I’ll pour you something.” 

Wordlessly, she followed him back inside the apartment.  Baseball was playing on the huge flat-screen television; the sound was low.  Michael turned to her.  “Relax,” he said, eyes sparkling with amusement.  “We’re not at work anymore.” 

He continued on to the bar.  Maggie stopped by the kitchen counter where she’d dropped her purse, stepping out of her black pumps and removing the jacket of her black skirt suit, folding it carefully and laying it over the back of the couch.