Chapter 87: A Chat Over Coffee

Maggie watched Bobby across the hospital cafeteria.  From her vantage point, she could appreciate the way his long-sleeved navy-blue Henley clung to his broad muscular shoulders.  The shirt was worn casually, untucked over faded jeans and as he turned toward her, she noticed the light tuft of chest hair sticking out through the unbuttoned placket.  Her eyes traveled to the worn brown leather boots on his feet.  How have I never noticed how sexy leather boots can be?

Bobby smiled at her as he carried two cups of coffee to the table where Maggie sat waiting.  “Here you go,” he said, placing a cup in front of her.

“Thanks,” she said, tearing open a yellow packet and emptying the contents into the cup, stirring with a wooden stick.  Even so, she didn’t drink.  “I didn’t mean to cause a scene back there,” she told him.  “It just…infuriated me that they questioned my being here.”