He swallows. Hard.
So hard that I see his Adam’s apple move in his throat.
And he’s still staring.
“What?” I finally say. I touch my damp hair that’s hanging loose down my back. “I had to take out my rat’s nest of a hairdo. And yes, your clothes are a tad too big on me. But hey, we look kind of like twins, right?” I joke.
He gives a slow shake of his head as he walks over to the bed. “No. We definitely do not look like twins.”
I frown at him. “It was a joke, silly.” I pat the side of the bed I’ve designated as his. “Take a seat and eat. You must be hungry. Aren’t athletes big eaters?”
He sits as far away from me as possible and picks up his burger. “We are, yes.” He nods in the direction of my plate. “You said you were starving. Eat.”
I mock salute him. “Yes, sir.”
Chapter Eleven
Maverick
Yes, sir.
And just like that, my dick is at attention again.
I worked like hell to tamp down my attraction to Hannah while I was walking to the restaurant, ordering us food, and jogging back to the room in the pouring rain.
I convinced myself I could handle one night in a bed with this woman.
But then, I saw her in my clothes. With no wedding dress or makeup covering her up, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and sweats and that long, midnight hair framing her face, I’m forced to face the truth once again—Hannah Walsh is downright gorgeous.
And she’s going to kill me by the end of the night.
We sit quietly, side by side, and eat. Hannah turns on the television at one point, and we watch a sitcom followed by a court drama.
By the time the show ends, Hannah’s fallen asleep. She’s curled up by the pillows, with her empty plate still sitting by her feet.
I clean everything up and pull down the covers on my side of the bed. Hannah doesn’t budge. I walk over to her edge of the bed and gently roll her until she’s underneath the sheet and blanket. She lets out a sigh, but her eyes remain closed.
I turn off the lights and get into bed.
I roll away from her and stay “on my side” as she instructed. I’m half asleep when she says in a sleepy tone, “I’m coming with you to Chicago.”
WTF?
Chapter Twelve
I wake up with my arm flung over Hanna’s warm, sleepy body. I also have a serious hard-on. This awkward morning moment is exactly why I can’t travel with her. I slip out of bed quietly and go to the bathroom where I throw on my jeans. I grab my phone off the dresser, along with my key card, and I leave the room. I walk away from the door and call Chance.
“What’s up, Mav? Did you get through the storm okay?”
“No. Currently just outside L.A.” I tell him where I am and then fill him in on my stowaway.
He busts up laughing. “So you got a traveling companion, huh? That brings back memories. Been there, done that.”
I grit my teeth. “This is nothing like you and Aubrey. Did you miss the part where I said she was wearing a wedding dress?”
“Thought you said she broke it off,” he says.
“That’s not the point.”
