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lifted me off my feet and carried me up to the bedroom. Then he  showed me there was infinitely more between us than just sex.
                  “Did you sleep with my nephew?” He asked as we lay wrapped in each others arms.
                  “I’m not answering that.” I tried again to sound convincing, but he was so close and he felt so good and damn I wanted him so bad.
                  “Answer the question, Maggie.”
                  “No.” I hated the way my voice shook with emotion, but the second he touched me again I forgot all about keeping my secrets from him.
                  “No you didn’t sleep with him, or no you aren’t answering my question.”
                  “I didn’t sleep with him…” I just managed to get those words out before his lips claimed mine again and I forgot to resist.
                  When we finally came back to earth, much later, I remembered the things he’d said to me that first night when he told me I would never be special.
                  I got out of Jackson’s bed before he realized exactly what I intended on doing. He reached for my hand, keeping me close.
                  “Where are you going, Mary Margaret?”
                  “Don’t call me that. I hate that name. And isn’t it obvious to you what I’m doing? I’m going home,” I told him, not daring to look into those disturbing blue eyes.
                  “Come back to bed, Maggie .” He emphasized my preferred name and tugged on my hand.              “But you said…” I didn’t actually say those words, did I?
    My embarrassment forced me to look at him at last. I needed to understand what was going on with him, but the only thing the darkness revealed was he was just as uncertain about what was happening between us as me.
                  “I know what I said, but I was wrong. You are different. Please come back to bed with me.”
                  For once, I did as he asked. We made love until I forgot all about that strong, determined Maggie for a little while. She could wait. Jackson couldn’t.
                  “Why don’t you like to be called Mary Margaret—Mary Margaret?” He asked me a little while later when we both could actually speak again.
                  I felt my all too familiar uneasiness return. I hated revealing my past so much that I’d pretty much deleted every single detail of it except the years in my grandmother’s care.
                  “It’s too old fashioned.” That was only partly the truth. It was horribly old fashioned, but I could have lived with that because it was after all, unique. What I couldn’t live with was the fact that every single time I heard that name throughout my life I remembered my mother. The woman whose only contribution to my life, besides my old-fashioned name, was to scar me for life.
                  “I see, and you’re too much of a modern girl for that? Somehow, I don’t believe you. So, why don’t you tell me the truth?”
                  Gees, I barely knew the man and yet I could see he was going to be hard to lie to. Ben, well Ben believed just about anything I told him, but Jackson was reading me like an open book.
                  “My mother named me Mary Margaret.” I pretty much blurted out and tried to pull out of his arms, but he didn’t let me go.
                  “I see.” I figured okay, here it comes—the questions. I was wrong. He didn’t go there, at least for the moment. I think he’d figured out my mother was not my favorite subject.
                  “So, when do you finish law school?” Jackson’s question was so completely not what I’d  been expecting from him and I was so grateful because he wasn’t going to pressure me about my