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“Every time I try to talk about Coach, you either freeze up or become really mean,” he said. “And then your father had some choice words that I couldn’t help but hear.”

I lunged for Maverick and grabbed his shirt. “What did he say? Huh? What did he do now?”

Maverick smiled. “Do you remember when I was naked in your room? And your father showed up?”

“Oh,” I said.

I let Maverick’s shirt go and tried to step back.

He touched my sides and kept me in the same spot.

I swallowed hard.

For a second, I tried to think about how I must have looked to Maverick.

Like a complete psycho… who was good in bed.

I wasn’t sure which part Maverick was more attracted to.

The psycho in real life.

Or the psycho in bed.

“You know, I thought about just leaving,” Maverick said. “Go play these away games and let this thing between us cool off a little.”

“You probably should have,” I said. “I’m going crazy over this wedding right now. It’s two nights away.”

“That was fast.”

“I didn’t realize the date. Chelsea had a photographer at some point and chased the woman away. So I’m kind of a last-minute decision. Takes away the enjoyment of being wanted, you know?”

“Just do your job, right? You know you’re good at it.”

“I don’t want to have this conversation with you, Mav.”

“What?”

“Where you try to say sweet things about me. You really don’t know me all that much.”

“I think I know you better than you give me credit for,” he said.

I sighed. “What are we doing here, Mav?”

“The truth? I don’t know.”

“If you did come over here to have sex, that’s fine with me,” I said. “I mean that. I enjoy that part of our arrangement. Actually, that’s supposed to be the only part of the arrangement. I don’t need to hear about your career, your team or your coach. I don’t want you to know about my life and photography.”

“Again, I’m the luckiest guy in the world for that.”

“And the dumbest,” I whispered.

“The dumbest for sure,” Maverick said.

He slowly lowered his lips down to mine and kissed me.

It was not anI want to fuck youkiss either.

It was the kind of kiss that made butterflies dance in my belly.


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