Lily
Maverick closed my door, and I buckled up as he climbed into the truck. We headed back to Vancouver, his buddies following, parked outside his house, and then walked over to Hatch and Maisie’s place.
Our walk through the front door was met with yelling and congratulations as Maverick and his teammates were pulled aside by the men and forced to give a play-by-play (I mean, really, they’d all been at the game) of the final touchdown. I joined Poppy and a few of the other girls and waited for the adoration to die down so I could figure out a way to get Maverick alone, even if it was just for a few minutes.
“I wish I understood football better,” Poppy said.
“I don’t really get it all that much either,” I admitted. “I mean I get it enough to follow along. You’d think after how many yea
