Page 97 of Reaching Avery
“He feels awful?” Maverick asked with a strong sarcastic edge. “Maybe he should come tell me that himself. More importantly, he should tell my boyfriend.”
“I know, sweetie,” Karen said. “But you know how stubborn he is.” She looked at me. “Avery, I hope you know you’re welcome here anytime. William will come around.”
I nodded, not knowing what to say.
“Love you, Mom.” Mav left my side to hug her. “I’ll be home later.”
“Be careful,” she said as we hopped off the porch and went to his car.
“Always am,” Maverick called back to her.
The day hadn’t gone as horrible as I feared. At least his mom liked me. That was better than both parents hating me and chasing me out of the house with crosses and garlic.
“Where are we going?” I asked once we were in the car and backing out of the driveway.
“I don’t know,” he answered, giving me a side-eyed glance and taking my left hand into his right one. “As long as you’re with me, it doesn’t matter.”
I sat back in the seat and smiled.
The unknown should’ve bothered me, but it didn’t. Not when Mav was holding onto me. Like he said, it didn’t matter where the road took us. It wasn’t the destination, but the moments along the way that we’d remember.
