Where the hell had that thought come from?
She hit the remote and something started to play. Maverick didn’t watch much TV, so he didn’t know what it was by the opening screen or the words flashing across the screen. Not that it mattered. He hadn’t been lying when he said he didn’t care what they watched.
Once the show started, Dana picked up her food and began eating, so Maverick finished his dinner. When they were both done, he carried the boxes back in the kitchen to the trash then went back to the sofa and sat beside Dana. Almost as soon as he sat, she moved. Dana didn’t get up or move away from him. No. She slid over beside him and curled up next to him, leaning against him as if he had become her favorite teddy bear.
Maverick couldn’t help staring down at her a moment, not sure wh
