Page 54 of Wild Love
“Love you too.”
I end the call as Maverick takes a seat on the couch. “Were you at the arena?”
He nods. “Yeah, I had to talk to Coach.”
“How’d that go?”
“He’s pissed I hurt myself.”
“Will you be ready for camp?”
“Hope so.” He rests an arm along the back of the couch. “What are you doing tonight? Do you want to go out? Dinner? Drinks?” He grins. “Dancing?”
“You can’t dance right now.”
“I can sit in a chair and let you dance for me like you were just doing. In fact, maybe we should just do that here so you can take off your shirt again.”
I roll my eyes. “About last night. I shouldn’t have let that happen. We’re friends.”
“Could also be friends that bang.”
“Even if that weren’t explicitly against the rules of my internship, it isn’t a good idea.”
“Why not? You said you think I’m hot. I think you’re hot. There’s no TV.” He waves to the empty wall in front of us. “What the fuck else are we going to do?”
I chuckle lightly. “I love how it’s just that simple for you.”
“It’s as simple as we make it.” He shrugs. “I’m not going to suddenly stop being your friend just because we have hot, freaky sex.”
“Hot, freaky…” I give my head a shake to stop the images flashing in my head. “Not happening.”
“All right. Well, next best thing… dinner?”
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Johnny
Dakota insistswe order in so I can rest my knee. She’s probably right. Coach Miller was not happy that I’d managed to injure myself so close to camp. But I’m already tired of sitting around all day long.
Kota is sitting in the chair with her laptop while I scroll through my phone.
“The food should be here by now,” she says and narrows her gaze at the door as if she thinks that’s going to help speed up the delivery person.
“Maybe they left it at the door.”
“Without knocking?”
I stand and hop toward the door without my crutches.
“Mav!” she yells after me, but she laughs. There’s a knock at the door when I’m one hop away.
“Perfect timing,” I say, pulling open the door.
“Uhh… hi.” A woman stands in the hallway holding a brown take-out bag. “I think this is yours. I ordered from there too, and they dropped both at my place. I didn’t realize until after I ate one of your egg rolls. Sorry.”
I smile. “Seems like a fair trade. Thank you.”
She hands over the bag and then lingers. “You’re Johnny Maverick, aren’t you?”
