Lizzie laughed. “You could say that, Maggie. You could say that.”

Ted smirked as he followed Espinosa out to the car. Since Maggie had come by cab, he waited for her, hoping she was in a romantic mood.

Maggie dashed whatever hopes he had of a romantic close to the hectic day when she said, “I’m beat, and I’m sluggish from all that food I ate, so don’t go getting any ideas that I’m going to be easy.”

Ted huffed and puffed as he got behind the wheel. Oh, well, Sunday is another day.

Chapter 7

All the way home in the car, Maggie grumbled about how she couldn’t believe Abner Tookus hadn’t gotten back to her. She looked over at Ted, whose mind she knew was on sex, and said, “Abby is really an odd duck, works through the night sometimes and sleeps during the day.” When there was no comment from Ted, she started to mumble and mutter to herself. “I know Abner will get back to me,” she kept saying over and over to herself in the hopes that it would happen. “He promised, Ted, and to date he’s never broken a promise.” Maggie wondered if her old buddy would really come through for her. Or had he taken her for a ride? She deep-sixed that thought almost immediately. Abner knew she’d either kill him or sic the vigilantes on him. On his honeymoon if he didn’t come through, she thought grimly.

Maggie was the first to hop out of the car when Ted pulled to the curb. She looked down the street and waved airily to Jack and Harry. At the last second she ran the half block to Harry and hugged him. “We’ll get the SOB, Harry. Count on it. Now go inside with Jack and get a good night’s sleep. Dream of Yoko.”

Jack stood back, stunned to see that Harry allowed someone to actually touch his person. Not just touched, but hugged. He was downright flabbergasted when he saw Harry hug Maggie in return. Harry definitely was not in a good place to allow such shenanigans. There was a lot to be said for touchy-feely where Harry was concerned. Or not said. Jack opted not to comment on his friend’s weird behavior. What he did say was, “Lizzie and Maggie are on it, Harry. If anyone can make it work, they can.”

Harry mumbled something in one of his eight languages, which Jack took to be not good. He clamped his lips shut as he made his way to the front steps. Then he decided some levity was called for. “You aren’t the type that likes to be tucked in, are you? I don’t mind sharing the house, the shower, and the kitchen, but there is a line I won’t cross, Harry.”

Harry went off with a string of gibberish, which probably meant that Jack should shut up and open the door. He did, but then he heard the roar of a black HEMI that pulled to the curb in front of Maggie’s house. He turned around and walked back down the steps.