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nights on the beach, Maggie decides to change clothes. Normally she’d throw on a pair of skinny jeans and a hoodie, but Gil will be arriving at her house in less than a half hour. This information throws her into a dilemma. Gil. Probably still hot Gil is coming over. Probably still hot? Ha. It hasn’t been that long. He’s definitely still hot.
    “How about the Rosé?” She shouts down to Quinn
    “Glass or bucket?”
    “A glass to start. I’ll save the bucket for later.”
    “Wear your jeans and a hoodie, Magpie. This isn’t a formal occasion.”
    Maggie laughs, Quinn knows her so well. She grabs her favorite dark jeans and a blue hoodie. She brushes her hair out of its tangled bun and even bothers with lipgloss and mascara. Sitting on the deck all afternoon means her face shows some color and her hair is wavy from the bun. Looking in the mirror she thinks she looks pretty good for forty-one. 
    “You don’t look a day over twenty-five,” he says as he hands her a large glass of chilled Rosé. “Your ass hasn’t aged a day.”
    “If only it was true. I miss my twenty-something ass. I didn’t appreciate it while I had it.”
    “We never appreciate what we have at the time.” 
    Letting the deeper meaning of his words sink in, she sips her wine, and surveys the house. Everything appears to be in place. From the wall of windows in the living room, she notices the sun starting to dip towards the horizon. Sunset won’t be for a few hours. 
    “I turned off the grill. Figured we should wait for Selah and Gil to get here, then all eat together. Knowing you, you made more than enough for four, let alone two.” 
    Quinn is right. Inheriting her mother’s gift for hosting, she is more than prepared for extra guests.
    “I’m going to make some snacks. Nuts? Olives? Cheese straws? Everyone loves cheese straws, right?” she says as she heads into the open kitchen. 
    Quinn pulls up a barstool at the end of the island. “Everyone but the lactose and gluten intolerant.”
    Maggie gives him a dirty look.
    “Fine. As far as I know neither of our dinner guests is either. Relax, drink your wine. It’ll all be fine.”
    She organizes a tray with spiced pecans, cheese straws, olives, and a roll of salami. 
    “Q, will you take this out to the table while I grab the wine and an ice bucket?”
    They make their way out to the deck. Biscuit joins them and lays at Quinn’s feet, looking up at him adoringly. With the high tide the boats in the bay bob in the water once again and small waves lap the shore.
    “You and Biscuit are having a fine romance. Are you sure you didn’t line your pockets in bacon? Bacon cologne? I hear they make such a thing now.”
    “Biscuit is an excellent judge of character. No other explanation.”
    She raises her glass. “To good characters.”
    He clinks her glass with his own.
    “I can’t believe you two didn’t wait for us to start drinking!” Selah’s voice carries over from the stairs leading down to the side lawn.
    “Showtime!” Quinn says with a little too much enthusiasm for Maggie’s liking. She finishes her glass of wine and stands to face the new arrivals.
    “Hi!” she greets Selah, matching Quinn’s exuberance.
    Selah wears one of her typical flowing skirts and tank top accessorized with a huge necklace, which draws attention to her large chest. Oversized sunglasses hold her dark bob away from her face.
    More distracting than even Selah’s breasts is the tousled brown hair of the man behind her. A few steps behind Selah stands Gilliam Morrow. Maggie’s heart flips at the sight of him.
    Biscuit barks out a greeting at the new guests and scampers over to sniff them. He’s the world’s most friendly dog and more apt to lick than bite.
    Selah walks over to hug Quinn, giving Maggie a clear view of the man walking up the stairs. His brown hair is shorter, and it might be sprinkled with a little more gray. The face shows a few more lines around his warm brown eyes than