Maverick pulled into the parking lot at Jack’s and killed the engine. There were fancier places to take a girl you were trying to impress, Maverick knew, but some instinct told him Dana didn’t need to be impressed. Instead, he wanted to get to know her, and hopefully let her get to know him. Some instinct told him that sharing a favorite place was just the way to do that. If he was going to sit down in a place and enjoy the meal, Jack’s was the place he wanted to be.
He sat for a moment, waiting for Dana to dismount behind him, but she didn’t move. She didn’t even loosen her hold around his waist or move from where she was pressed against his back. As much as he didn’t want her to move, he liked the feeling of her full t**s pressed against his back, they wouldn’t want to sit in this heat
