Bobby gazed at Maggie across the table in the first-class lounge of the Atlanta airport. It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and theyd decided to have dinner during their two-hour layover halfway to Louisiana. Im so sorry I was impatient with you, cher.
Maggie smiled sadly. Youve already apologized. Several times. And I get it. I never want to put you last.
He looked down, frowning. You dont. I was wrong to say it. You work your ass off at your job, and then take on caring for a sick friend. And on top of that, you have this overbearing, insecure boyfriend who makes everything harder.
You know I love you. I dont want you to question that. She sighed deeply. I just hate it when we fight.
We werent fighting, he said, grinning wryly. We were just discussing divergent opinions.
Maggie laughed softly. Yes, well With Veronica there to keep Michael company, I wont worry about him being alone.