Page 38 of The Maverick of the Mountain
I slide off him, and he moves toward the back of the workshop. Chaos ensues, chittering and objects falling, and then Maverick shouts, “Hank, you little rascal!”
My mind whirls as I look towards the back. Maverick returns holding a couple of baby raccoons. I’m not sure what to do, so I just laugh.
“I knew I should’ve locked him up in the workshop once I found out about his late-night excursions. That… Hank, you’d better put a ring on it. A pinecone. A… Whatever!”
“This will be great for his Instagram followers.”
“And awful for my next vet bill. Jesus, I need to call Reid and figure out what the hell to do.”
I laugh. This is my life now. And I couldn’t possibly ask for anything better.
“Looks like we’re all starting a family now.”
Maverick drops to his knees, setting the mewling raccoons down. They scurry off as Maverick wraps his arms around me. “Guess it’s not so bad, after all. Though I’ll need to talk to Hank about?—”
I silence him with a kiss. A deep, long kiss. One that I’ll never forget. And I hope he never will, too.
