Dana carried a glass of iced tea with her as she followed Maverick into the living room. Still not sure what it was about him, well other than how different he was than the other men she’d dated. Was dated the right word? What else would she call him? Other than one hell of a lover. While she was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind, she didn’t think she could say that to anyone, especially not with a straight face.
“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” Maverick sounded as if he didn’t believe her.
“If you want to go do something, we can, but I’m good here with you, whether we’re watching something, talking or doing something else.”
Maverick led the way to the sofa where he sat then waited while she joined him. He lifted one arm in what Dana took to be an invitation, so she scooted close
