Maggie's face was deathly pale as she asked uncertainly, "Tristan, what do you mean?" She admitted she had faked it, but only a little. She had genuinely felt faint at first, so in her mind, she hadn't really deceived him.
"You faked it, didn't you? Just to trick me into coming here? Maggie, I always thought you were a kind, understanding woman." Lately, he felt that Maggie had changed. She wasn't the woman he used to know. The person she'd become recently gave him a headache, vexed him, and left him at a loss for how to face her...
Maggie pushed herself into a sitting position. In all the years they had known each other, this was likely the first time Tristan had ever spoken to her like that. No one could possibly understand the depth of her pain. "So what now? Tristan, without even asking why, you've just decided I'm a bad woman?"
