"Anytime," Maggie nodded and stood to put more space between them. One thing was fucking sure, she wasn't going to be able to go home after this. Her fingers were still aware of him, and she only kept from reaching out again by clasping them together. She wanted to touch, she wanted to be touched. She suppressed the groan.

Yeah, home wasn't an option. She'd never sleep and anything she'd be able to do to herself wouldn't cut it.

"Any time. My door's pretty much always open and if I'm not here, my cell phone number is on the door." Maggie took pride that her voice was steady as she spoke. "And not a worry about the food. I don't charge anything, labor or otherwise."