One eyebrow arched. "Bella can smell my...moods?" Maggie asked, skepticism all over her face. "Or are you trying to cryptically tell me that Bella could smell that I'd had sex."

The last was phrased like a question, but she'd said it as a statement. Because she wasn't going to wait for him to answer. "Fine. But you're not allowed to get on me about this, okay? His name is Jack." Even saying his name made her smile, and shiver.