Free Trust in Me by Samantha Chase

steadying breath, she opened her door.  “Anyway, it was a fabulous night, Jason. 
     Thank you for making the time for us to do this.”  Her tone was serious as was the
     expression in her eyes.  She stood there staring at him for a long moment and almost
     caved and leaned toward him, something that he seemed about to do himself, when she
     took a step back.  “Good night,” she whispered and went into her room and closed the
     door.
    ****
    Jason stood in the hallway and just stared at Maggie’s door for far longer than he
     should have.  He was confused and disappointed and didn’t know why.  It was the sound
     of voices coming off of the elevator that finally had him moving and entering his
     own room and once inside he was too keyed up to go to sleep.
    Glancing at the bedside clock he noticed that it was barely eleven o’clock.  It was
     late, but not too late to call the one person who could possibly help shed a little
     light on who exactly Maggie Barrett was.
    Kicking off his shoes, Jason pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through his contacts
     until he found who he wanted, then relaxed on the bed and waited.
    “Jason?” his father said by way of greeting.  “Is everything okay?”
    “Hey, Dad,” he said easily, the sound of his father’s voice bringing a smile to his
     face.  “I’m fine; I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing.”
    “At eleven at night?  Lucky for you I’m in the study and your mother is upstairs reading,
     otherwise she’d think that there was some sort of terrible emergency that had you
     calling so late at night.”
    “Stop with the theatrics, Dad,” Jason chided softly.  “I know it’s a bit late but…”
    “Are you sure everything is okay?  Is it the meetings?  Are they going all right? 
     I haven’t seen any red flags in what you’ve been sending in.”
    “No, no…it’s not the meetings; everything is fine there.”
    William was silent for a moment, hoping his son would elaborate.  When he didn’t,
     he tried to prompt him.  “So where are you now?  Still in Boston ?  You’re due in New York on Monday, right?”
    “Actually, we’re in New York now.  We drove down late last night after our last meeting
     and decided to relax this weekend.”  Jason couldn’t hide the smile in his voice. 
     “I took Maggie to a hockey game tonight.”
    “Hockey?” William said with disbelief.  “Why on earth would you take Maggie to a hockey
     game?”
    Jason laughed.  “Believe it or not, she’s a fan.  For a woman who is quiet and unassuming
     during the day, she is a rabid hockey fan when watching her team play.  It was quite
     an eye opening experience.”
    Something in his son’s tone caught William’s attention.  “So she’s a hockey fan? 
     Who would’ve guessed?  I can’t imagine her sitting there in one of her conservative
     outfits, hair all pulled back, yelling and cheering for her team.”
    “There was no conservative outfit, Dad.  She wore her hair all loose and wavy and
     a pair of jeans and a New York Rangers sweatshirt…she fit right in.  She was like
     a kid in a candy shop; we ate hot dogs and pretzels and drank beer and Maggie said
     it was the best night.”  Jason sighed.  “I never met a woman who was content to just
     eat hot dogs and drink beer.”
    William was glad that Jason could not see him grinning like a cat that had eaten the
     canary.  “Not all women want to be wined and dined, Jace.  Maggie’s a sensible girl
     with simple tastes.  I’m sure that she’s unimpressed with the whole concept of spending
     a lot of money frivolously.”
    His father’s words made sense but Jason knew that he had a ton of questions that he
     needed answered if he was going to figure Maggie out.  “No, you’re right; Maggie’s
     definitely not impressed with money.  We’re at the Four Seasons and she just about
     freaked out on me for spending the money.”
    William chuckled.  “Sounds just