Grams’ words stopped me short. Was Maverick moving into town? And if he was, did I want that?
Well, if he did, I absolutely wasn't having sex with him again.
No way, no how.
At least that was what I was going to tell myself.
CHAPTER ONE
Maverick
I stomped out of the office and headed straight for my truck. Pissed didn't even begin to describe how I felt in that moment.
Betrayed was a good word.
As it turned out, Jo was just another lying bitch who liked to keep secrets. I don't know why I was surprised. Just because the guys on my team had found the few good women in the world didn't mean that every woman was decent. In fact, most of them weren't, and no amount of time in this small town would change my mind.
I needed to get away. To clear my head and calm down before I did something stupid. I had made a lot of stupid decisions since coming to Willow Creek but no more. Things were about to change, and they started now.
I drove out to my house and was about to go inside when the rage I was feeling took over and consumed me.
Fuck this.
Fuck hiding and calming down. I was going to take care of this problem right now.
I peeled out of my driveway and headed back into the center of town. It barely took five minutes before I was pulling into the driveway and throwing the truck in park. With angry steps, I marched straight up the sidewalk to the front porch.
I pounded on the front door with every intention of breaking it down if it came to that. With each bang of my fist, the anger inside me grew.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," the voice on the other side of the door hollered. "Geesh, what's with the urgency."
The door swung open with enough attitude that I nearly fell inside.
"What the fuck, Maverick?" Jo looked at me like I was the wrong one here. "Why the hell are you at my house?"
We had very clear rules that had worked for the last eight months. I never showed up at her house, and this thing between us stayed hidden. That all changed when Vanessa let Jo's secret slip.
"We need to fucking talk." I pushed past her and straight into the house.
"No, you need to fucking leave. We had an agreement, and you're breaking it. I don't need my neighbors talking about my sex life."
I didn't give two shits about her neighbors at the moment.
"Your neighbors can go to hell as far as I'm concerned." The viciousness in my words seemed to surprise Jo, and I could see why. I had never spoken to her like this.
"What's your problem?" Jo crossed her arms, and it was then that I noticed what she was wearing.
"Why the fuck are you answering the door in a robe?"
A very skimpy robe at that. One that barely covered her ass and was see-through enough that I could see her nipples when she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Because I was getting out of the shower when you started banging down the door like it personally offended you."
It wasn't the door that offended me.
"Your hair isn't wet."
Jo threw her hands in the air and made her already short robe ride up even further, showcasing her insanely sculpted thighs.
