Maggie announced when Liz sat down for tea two days later in Maggie’s living room.Liz promptly choked on her tea. “A l-l-lover,” she stuttered out. It was like Maggie had read her mind and taken the idea for herself.“That’s right,” Maggie confirmed. “I’ve been a widow for twenty years. It’s time.” She sipped her tea, looking relaxed and happy. With a twinkle in her eye, she confided, “I’ve been reading some of those romance novels to get my juices cooking.”Liz swallowed hard. She did not want to be talking about anyone’s juices, let alone Ryan’s grandmother’s. She pushed the horrifying vision of a naked wrinkled Maggie hitting the sheets with a naked wrinkled old man firmly out of her mind.“Well, I don’t know,” Liz began gently, hoping to dash any romantic hopes on the senior citizen front. If Ryan had a problem with Maggie ziplining, imagine what he’d do if he knew she was, er, back in the saddle. “Maybe—”“I lost my Patrick about three years before the boys came to me,”
