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“I don’t regret it either, although my punch barely even made him grunt.”

“I wish you hadn’t, at least not to get thrown in here with me.”

“I couldn’t leave you,” she says. “How could I go back to the resort and sleep without knowing if you were okay?”

The fact that she went to all the trouble to stay with me, blows my mind. And makes me want to kiss her again.

I don’t know what to do with the fact that she chose me like this.

When Maggie yawns and leans her head on my shoulder, I slump back against the concrete wall and slip my left arm around her while continuing to hold her hand in my lap.

Another kiss isn’t going to happen tonight, in here.

“Get some rest. It’s been a long day,” I tell her.

“We’ll sleep a little and this will all be over before you know it,” Maggie says.

“Right.”

“I wish you would tell me what he said.”

“It doesn’t matter. Besides, you’re over him, right?” I ask her.

“Of course.”

Part of me still wonders if this week means more to Maggie than she’s admitting.

And somehow Wyatt is still between us even now.

“I still can’t believe you hit him in front of a police officer,” I say with a chuckle. “That’s a little crazy, Mags.”

“You’re my best friend. We’re in this together,” she says as she gives my hand a squeeze.

“Try to sleep,” I tell her. “We’ll be back in our room before you know it.”

“Uh-huh. Yep,” she says a little too fast.

Is she nervous about what will happen if we’re alone together again?

Now I’m wide awake, wondering what she’s thinking about.

“I’ll take the first shift to make sure we don’t get shanked,” I assure Maggie.

She laughs and then yawns again. “We’re the only two people in here, Teddy.”

“Yeah, well, that could change. Who knows how many other drunk brawlers will end up in here with us before the morning.”

She doesn’t say anything else, but I know she’s not asleep yet; her shoulders are way too tense.

“Are you sure you’re not mad at me for hitting him?” I ask her.

“No, of course not. He should’ve kept his mouth shut. It’s like he wanted you to punch him to turn me against you or something.”

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” I admit. “Never in a million years thought I actually would…”

“I know,” she agrees with a sigh. “Just don’t let anything else he says get to you like that. It’s not worth it.”

Easier said than done.