Chapter 39: Lovey-Dovey

Just when Maggie and I were being all lovey-dovey, the hoodlum guarding us lost it. He stalked over and snarled, "Fuck, who said you two could talk?" I figured our actions had been rubbing it in. Maggie's beauty was off the charts, and she carried that mix of twenty-year-old freshness and a cool, big-sister poise that turned heads. Getting all cozy with a woman like that could make any other man burn with jealousy. We went quiet immediately. Seeing us quiet down, the hoodlum's lip curled. He...