Page 19 of Maverick

“Do you know what you’re going to get?”

“I think I’ll get the blackened trout,” Parker said, as she looked over the menu.

“It’s really good, but I’m going with the T-bone.”

Once their dinner arrived, they began to eat. Maverick was having a good time with her and hoped to continue to see her.

“This is so good,” Parker moaned, and Maverick mentally shook his head. She needed to stop doing that.

“So, do you have any siblings?” Maverick asked as he cut into his steak.

“No. I’m an only child. You?”

Maverick grinned. “I have three older sisters.”

Parker laughed. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you and me both. They made my life miserable when we were all kids, but we’re very close now.”

“Were they adopted too?”

“Yes.”

“Your parents are wonderful to adopt so many.”

“Trust me, Dad would have adopted more, but Mom put her foot down. Are you close to your family?”

“Yes, but I’m closest to my grandfather. I adore that man. You’d like him. He’s so down to earth and has a great sense of humor.” She shrugged. “He’s my best friend. I hope to get home to see him again soon. He was here earlier this summer. We had a blast together. Chester Lang is one of the best men I know.”

“That’s great that you get along so well.”

Parker laughed. “He has spoiled me since day one.”

“So, you’re not only a daddy’s girl, but you’re also a granddaddy’s girl.” Maverick grinned.

“Exactly.”

Once they finished eating, they walked out of the restaurant and headed toward his truck. He opened the door for her and held her hand while she climbed into the cab. He closed the door, walked around the front then got in behind the wheel.

“It’s early. Would you like to stop at Dewey’s for a little while?”

Parker smiled. “I’d love to.”

He grinned as he started the truck, then drove to the bar. After finding a parking spot, he opened the door, walked around and helped her out, then held her hand as they made their way into the bar.

“Oh, my.”

“A little crowded, huh?” Maverick shouted to be heard over the music.

He pulled her through the crowd and made their way to the bar. They lucked out and found two empty stools. Once seated, he raised his hand for a bartender and smiled when he saw Siobhan Flynn making her way toward him.

“Hey, Maverick. What can I get you?”

“Parker?”

“A white wine, please.” Parker smiled at Siobhan.

“I’ll take a beer, on tap.”

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