Maverick scowled at Sean over Dana’s head. He didn’t like anyone laying hands on her. But it hadn’t been malicious, and she hadn’t seemed to mind. He wanted to growl at the other man and tell him to keep his hands off Maverick’s woman, but he didn’t want to piss her off or run off her friends.
He curled his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s get out of here. I’ve got your helmet on the bike. You had anything to eat today?”
“I had breakfast before I came in.”
“She’s had a bite here and there as she tasted what she’s been mixing up, but she didn’t have lunch,” Sean spoke from where he stood in the office doorway.
Maverick looked down at Dana with a frown.
“You need to take better care of yourself.”
“One meal isn’t going to hurt me. I could
