Odessa POV
The rumours said no one knew Maverick’s official address, not even his close friends. He spent time at the Pack House, but he didn’t live there.
“You have a really nice house,” I said.
I held the heels to my chest as I entered the house. He didn’t have paintings or pictures hanging on the wall. However, it was clean with state-of-the-art furniture, a massive big screen TV over a fireplace behind a glass screen.
“Thanks,” Mav mumbled.
Mav tossed his car keys on the coffee table. He flopped on the couch, legs spread, and arms hanging on the couch.
“Come on,” he said.
“What?”
His lips curled into a smile. “If you want to take it off yourself, you’re more than welcome.”
A lump formed in my throat. I couldn’t take off the plug without removing half of the costume. This is ri
