Hearts Are Wild

He muttered an oath, grabbed Maggie’s hand and pulled her into the men’s store.

“Good decision,” she said as he turned to see the woman glance in his direction. “They have very nice things in here.”

What was she doing home from college? Nick wondered, his gaze fixed on the huge plate-glass window, on the young woman and her searching eyes.

He dropped to the floor behind a rack of pants.

“What on earth are you doing down there, Nick?” Maggie asked as she peeked around the rack and looked down at him.

“Looking for the lowest prices,” he muttered, pulling apart several pairs of pants to get a better view. She was still there.

Maggie stared at him, questions behind her eyes, then she began to laugh. “I had no idea you had a sense of humor, Nick,” she said, hunkering down on the ground next to him. “That’s going to be a big plus with the ladies.”

Yeah, right. He was a regular Jim Carrey, he mused as his gaze flickered to the store’s entrance. The woman was gone. Relief swept over him.

“We can get up…” His words petered out and he stayed where he was. Maggie was close, inches away, her sweet scent impaling his senses.

Under the soft lights, beside a mess of pressed pants, she smiled at him again, her eyes still glowing with laughter. At that moment he would’ve worn a sweater vest if she’d asked him to.

And for Nick Kaplan—a man who hadn’t worn a sweater since the third grade—that realization meant he was headed for trouble.

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