Dana sat up in bed, reached over and flicked on the light. She’d been laying there trying to sleep for more than an hour, and not having any success. She didn’t know how she missed having Maverick there after only one night together, but the ache was there. She didn’t know if she’d be better off getting up and giving up on sleep for a while or if she could keep laying here and eventually, she’d get to sleep.
With a sigh, she flipped the blanket back, slid out of bed and headed for the kitchen. Lying there wondering where he was and what he was up to wasn’t doing anything good. Something needed to change. She padded into the kitchen, pulled the half gallon of milk from the fridge, and tipped it back, drinking several long swallows from the jug, draining it before tossing it into the trash
