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Her eyebrows rose. “Fancy.”
“Is it?”
“Yes. Very. Didn’t you look at the menu?”
“No.”
She laughed. “Well, it’s at least a hundred dollars a plate.”
“That’s fine.”
Bethany blinked. “Fine?”
I laughed. “Are you surprised?”
“A little.”
My gaze tapered. “How poor do you think I am?”
“Not sure. You never talk about yourself, and there’s nothing at your grandpa’s house except tools.”
“My minimalism has nothing to do with taking you on a fantastic date that you deserve.”
She nudged me with her shoulder. “Are you one of those billionaires that has no house and hoards lots of money while you travel the world?”
I tilted my head back and laughed. “Definitely not that. I just thought you might like something ... special and fun andnotCarlotta’s.”
Her lips pressed together as she fought off a yawn.
“We can reschedule.”
“But I want to hang out with you,” she said.
“We still have a few weeks.”
Her brow furrowed, and silence fell between us. For the guy who couldn’t wait to get away,weekssounded far too short all of a sudden.
“Ask me, Maverick.”
“Fine. Want to eat some takeout and pass out on my couch while we watch movies?” I dropped my voice, and she shivered. “I promise no funny business.”
Those perfect lips quirked. “Too bad. That could have been the funnest part. I accept your offer. I’ll head over after I drop off Lizbeth.”
23
Bethany
Buttery light spilled onto the forest floor, warming the cooling air as I pulled up at Maverick’s house. Crickets sang in the background as I ascended the stairs, wearing a cozy pair of yoga pants and an oversized shirt underneath my jacket.
Maverick opened the door and laughed. “I’m glad you followed orders.”
He wore a pair of jogging pants and a plain white shirt that fit his broad shoulders a little too well. I wanted to run my hands along his arms but settled for dreaming of it instead. A box of pizza sat on the counter behind him.
“Come on in.” He tilted his head. “Can’t wait for you.”
“For me to what?”
“For you.”
