Chapter Nineteen
OLIVIA
“I need a tuna salad wrap to go, please,” I tell the cashier, pulling out my card. “And a skinny vanilla latte.”
Once I pay and grab my order, I rush down the street in a maze through the crowd of people. With my messenger bag slung over my shoulder, carrying my planners and shoes, I’m jogging back to Rachel’s house before she scolds me for being late. I’ve already been working on her next year’s book signing tour among a dozen other tasks. It’s only been a week since I returned from LA, but it already feels like a distant memory.
Except for Maverick.
Everything about him is front and center in my mind. The way he smells, the taste of his lips, the sound of his laughter...
He texted me the day after I left to make sure I made it home safely. After I told him I
