Free The Opposite of Wild by Kylie Gilmore Page A

arm. “You don’t seem to be much in the mood for knitting today.”
    “You’re right,” Maggie said, grabbing her knitting and stuffing it in her bag. “I quit! And you ladies need to get a life!”
    A collective gasp went through the room.
    “I never!” Diane exclaimed, her hand on her heart.
    “Well, you should!” Maggie declared with gusto before making a grand exit, nearly knocking over Miss Smith, who was rushing back in. She’d probably parked herself right outside the door, just in case.
    “We’re leaving, Miss Smith.” Liz quickly gathered her things and followed in Maggie’s wake. “Nice meeting you all,” she called over her shoulder to the shocked group.
    “Nice meeting you too,” Pam called. “Take care.”
    “You ladies will also have to leave,” Miss Smith announced. “Drinking in the library is strictly prohibited.”
    “I wasn’t drinking!” someone exclaimed in outrage.
    “You were an accessory to drinking. I won’t let the Clover Park Library turn into party central.”
    Oh, geez. Maggie got them all kicked out.
    Maggie was moving with great purpose and speed toward the convertible. Liz hurried to get there first, sliding into the driver’s seat.
    Maggie shook her finger at Liz. “Life’s too short to be sitting in a library,” she said, slurring her words, “arguing over stinking napkins.”
    Liz nodded, though she thought it had been a very nice group of women. Except for Diane. She refrained from commenting on the insult Maggie had hurled at her friends. Or the fact that they’d all been kicked out. Wine could have a strange effect on people. She started the car, and Maggie punched the button to lower the roof.
    As soon as the roof was down, Maggie lifted her arms into the wind. “Be free!” she hollered. Liz caught a glimpse of a cream ball out of the corner of her eye.
    She glanced back and saw the yarn bounce into the back seat. She’d untangle it later. As she drove Maggie home, Liz’s thoughts circled around what, if anything, she should do about Maggie. She wondered if this was the sort of problem she should call Ryan about. She quickly decided against it, not just because she wanted to avoid him. There simply wasn’t anything he could do about it now.
    She wondered if the whole town would be gossiping about Maggie and her drunken tirade, for it would be a tirade by the time Diane worked her way through the gossips. She wondered if she should search Maggie’s house and hide all the alcohol or if it was a one-time thing.
    By the time she pulled into Maggie’s driveway, she decided to just talk to her openly and honestly to figure out what to do next. She looked over. Maggie was snoring.
    Liz smiled. She’d let this one go.
     

Chapter Eight
    The rest of the week with Maggie went smoothly. She had a hangover and had sworn off alcohol. They’d gone back to convertible drives for excitement and fun. Best of all, Liz hadn’t run into Ryan. She couldn’t quite believe it, though she had made sure they were home earlier this Thursday to avoid him on his weekly grocery run. She hadn’t needed to call him, and her stress level had gone to zero.
    And now it was Friday movie night with Daisy. Her sister had worked an earlier shift today at Garner’s, so they had some sister bonding time.
    The doorbell rang. She peeked through the peephole. Ryan holding her paycheck! She’d told him to mail the check!
    She opened the door and stepped outside, shutting it behind her. Daisy was in the living room setting up the movie, and she didn’t want her to witness any embarrassing Ryan incident.
    He handed her the check. “Not going to let me in?”
    “I’m having a movie night with Daisy.”
    “You know I’ve met Daisy before. She was only a grade behind me.”
    “Thank you for the check.”
    He put a hand on the doorframe above her head and leaned close. “Gran says she’s having fun with you.” His silky voice sent shivers through her.
    “Yes,” she breathed.