The door opening woke Dana. She blinked her eyes against the bright light and sat up, disoriented. It took a moment for things to come back to her. This was part of why she hated taking naps, the weird sensation that something was wrong, even when it wasn’t.
Before she’d become fully aware of where she was, one side of the bed sank as Maverick sat beside her. All at once the last twenty-four hours returned. Unable to stop the reaction, she gasped.
“Are you all right? I didn’t mean to startle you.” His voice was soft and concerned.
“I’m fine. Just all came back to me at once. It wasn’t you.” She looked up at his face and remembered where he had been while she’d laid down. “How did the meeting go? What was decided?”
Maverick gave her a sad smile. “It went well, but I can’t tell you what
