Maggie did something completely out of character when she got home that night. She intentionally tuned her television to sports. There sat Bobby discussing baseball with a handful of other guys, the disassociation of television doing nothing to diminish the blue of his eyes or the sexy lilt of his voice. Now that she knew about the subtle Cajun accent, she couldnt not hear it. There was no stopping the smile as it spread across her face.
Bobby was dressed in a charcoal suit with a blue shirt and a coordinating tie as he chatted and laughed with his colleagues. Maggie watched in fascination. He really is handsome. Ive never seen him dressed up before.
In her mind, she replayed their conversation in the hospital cafeteria and she groaned miserably. He has to think Im an absolute idiot. If he doesnt think Im just a bitch.
Ill have to apologize when I see him, thats all there is to it, she said aloud.