Maggie glanced over at the store, imagining the inside. She could picture herself bent over the counter with Will behind her. Or lying down on it with her ankles over his shoulders. And that was just the counter. They could explore every part of the shop.
"Maybe next time." She said with a chuckle, and hoped he didn't take it the wrong way. She had no delusions that this was about anything other than the physical and didn't expect him to want to see her again. There might be regrets later, if her hormones ever cooled down and she realized she may have ruined any chance at a friendship with a nice guy that cared about animals and family. For now, she only had wonderful, steamy memories.