Part of Maggie wasn’t surprised by Oliver coming up to speak to her, knowing that it had never been in his nature to be cruel. At least, she hadn’t thought so before things ended with them. It was part of the reason she had been drawn to him in the first place. So when she allowed herself to be led away from the crowds, Maggie’s entire body relaxed, only briefly, before she put back up her guard around him. Magpie, the nickname struck a chord within her that she hadn’t realized was still there and her lips pursed as she calculated a reply to him. “Yeah, within the next couple of months it should be published. I’m getting ready to send in the final edits. I took a night off for this event – my agent insisted and it was one I could stomach.” Hands folded in front of her as a barrier, Maggie reasoned with herself that they were being civil and that was something she could manage. Yet, without warning, the words slipped from her lips that she had been wondering about since he walked up to her. “I’m not going to lie, Oliver, I’m a little confused as to why you wanted to speak with me at all.”