“You all set?” he asks as he eyes my bags.
“All set.” I swing the bags out in front of me as we head for the exit. “I found enough clothes to last me for the week. Plus one cute sundress to wear when Kia takes me out for the requisite rebound sex night.”
Maverick simultaneously coughs and stumbles forward, grabbing at a nearby pole to steady himself.
I look at him. “Are you all right?”
“Fine.”
We’ve reached the mall exit, and Maverick opens the door and ushers me out ahead of him. The hot California sun hits me square in the face, and I blink at the brightness.
“I bet I’m going to miss these sunny days when it’s wintertime in Chicago,” I comment as we walk across the parking lot.
“Yeah. It will be strange,” he says as we approach his truck.
He opens the passenger door for me and offers to put my bags in the back.
“I probably should have changed in the restroom, huh?” Suddenly, I feel self-conscious still wearing his t-shirt and sweats.
“You look good in my clothes,” he says with a shrug.
Our eyes lock before he clears his throat and opens the back door to deposit the bags.
You look good in my clothes.
I feel like I’m fangirling him as I watch him walk around the front of the truck and get into the driver’s side. He carries himself with this swagger like he’s used to people staring at him and he doesn’t pay it any mind.
“Put on your seatbelt,” he orders as he turns on the engine.
I sigh but do what he asks.
Yeah, so Maverick is definitely bossy as hell. And kind of grumpy.
But he has this other side, too. He can actually be almost…sweet.
I take in a deep breath and rest my head against the back of the seat. Whatever he is or isn’t, one thing’s for sure—he’s going to be my travel companion for the next however many days it takes us to get to Chicago.
So, I’m going to try to get underneath that bossy wall of Maverick Court’s and see what’s in there.
Chapter Fourteen
Maverick
You look good in my clothes.
Am I a fucking idiot?
Hannah Walsh is off-limits. She may no longer be wearing a wedding dress, but to start something with a woman who’s brokenhearted and one day out of an engagement would be beyond stupid. I’d be taking advantage of her vulnerability, and I’m not that much of an asshole.
Still…
She’s not bad as a shotgun rider. Her taste in music clashes drastically with mine, but she’s got a good sense of humor, and she handled the whole Dylan hitting on her thing better than I would have.
She also bought those bags of clothes a hell of a lot faster than I would have anticipated. Hannah is low-maintenance. That’s something I didn’t see a lot of with the women I’ve hooked up with. I always thought I liked the dressy, lots of makeup look, but in reality, that’s not true.
Hannah in my t-shirt and sweats without a trace of makeup definitely turns me on.
And I’ve got plenty of miles ahead to keep denying that fact.
