Page 88 of Face Off

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Do you know everything about everyone?

Bane of my Existence:

I’d like to say yes, but Piper just told us you’re bowing out.

Me

I’m tired.

Bane of my Existence:

I’m not going either.

Me

Why not? You always go to dinner.

Bane of my Existence:

Love how you keep tabs on me, Red.

Spicy food makes me sick.

There’s a french fry restaurant up the road. They have a dozen dipping sauces.

Want me to place an order and bring it over, Potato Girl?

I stare at Maverick’s messages and gnaw on my bottom lip.

I should say no.

It would be a bad idea.

Inviting him over feels like an invitation to hook up again. We had insane chemistry in the bedroom, and as much as I saidjust once, it’s going to be hard to ignore that attraction.

But maybe I can try.

Me

Room 517.

Bane of my Existence:

See you soon.

Thirty minutes later, I open the door before Maverick has a chance to knock. I drag him inside and lock the deadbolt behind him, checking the peephole to make sure none of our teammates spotted him loitering outside my room.

“Did you miss me, Hartwell?” Maverick grins and kicks off his shoes. “You’re very eager to see me.”

“I’m hungry.”

“For what, exactly?”

I narrow my eyes and take the bag from his hold. “French fries.”

“Weird synonym for my dick, but okay,” he jokes.

“You’re two seconds away from being banished,” I warn him. “And I’m going to keep the food.”

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