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Am I?

“And is he worth it?” Soledad asks.

I lick suddenly dry lips. The implications don’t just affect me, but Chapel, too. That’s another conversation I’ll need to have if Zere decides to dissolve our business partnership.

“Oh, hi!” Soledad squeals, her wide eyes trained over my shoulder.

I whip around so fast I almost fall off my bed.

“Whoa,” Maverick says, catching my elbow and carefully righting me. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, a little breathless. “I didn’t hear you come in. We… well, we—”

“I’m Yasmen,” she cuts in, beaming on-screen. “Nice to meet you, Maverick.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” He smiles easily as if he’s not bare-chested and wearing only briefs. Fortunately the phone’s camera is aimedup. “And you must be Soledad.”

“I am,” she says, her grin stretching from one corner of her face to the other. “It’s really nice to meet you.”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he says, resting his palm with casual possessiveness at my nape. “Food’s ready.”

“Okay. I’ll be down.”

“Nice to meet you both,” he says, shifting his gaze back to the screen. “Hope to see you in person soon.”

He walks out and we wait a collective beat before they both release whisper-screams.

“Gurhhhhlllll.” Yasmen fans her face. “We gotta work this out. You waited all this time and Father God sent youthat? Sis, youdeserve.”

“You do, Hen.” Soledad blinks rapidly.

“Sol, are you…” I lean closer and take in the light skin flush of her cheeks and the way her nose is reddening. “Are you ’bout to cry?”

“I’m just so happy for you,” Soledad sniffs. “You’ve waited for someone who could truly be your match, and I feel like he could be, Hen.”

“Lawd! Y’all some hussies. Were you this confident before you saw how fine he is half naked?” I ask dryly.

“My confidence definitely shot through the roof at that point,” Yasmen says, cackling. “When a man like that wants you, and you want him, you better have a damn good reason to not go for it.”

I search my heart, my mind, my gut. All the places that have unfailingly steered my decisions over the years. Do I have a good enough reason not to pursue Maverick Bell?

I don’t think I do.

CHAPTER 32

MAVERICK

That was delicious,” Hendrix says, eating her last forkful of omelet. “Thank you.”

“Sure.” I grab her plate and mine to place them in the dishwasher. I force myself to focus on the conversation instead of the question boiling in my brain, which isWILL YOU SPEND THE WEEK WITH ME?

“It was nice meeting your friends,” I say instead. “At least on-screen.”

“They’re the best.” She sends me a wry, amused glance. “Let’s just say they’re impressed with you.”

“Oh, word?” I ask, allowing a one-sided tilt of a grin.

“Yeah. Black surfer boy may be our new kink.”

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