Page 133 of Looking for Love in All the Haunted Places
“Lucky—”
“I know! I know! I just…I’m worried.” She whined, unable to help it. “What if it saysFuck off and never contact me againand I shatter into a million pieces?”
Maverick’s eyes flashed, his entire body tensing. She’d never seen him look like that before—fearsome with barely concealed anger. “It better not,” he rumbled. The implied threat was sure and steady as stone.
Lucky giggled, completely surprised by the sudden appearance of Maverick’s protective side. He wasn’t a fighter by nature. She had never even heard him raise his voice before. He thought and overthought until he was ready to talk things out, but he’d fight for Rebel and for her without hesitation. She got up and walked around to his side of the table. He opened his arms and she sat on his lap, holding him tightly and pressing their cheeks together.
“You should read it,” he murmured, relaxing against her. “What happened to almost fearless?”
Love honestlyruinedthat. It was easy to be almost fearless when she had nothing to lose but herself. Now the things that scared her made her feel alive in a way few things ever had.
“Do you want to read it together?” he asked.
“Okay.”
Lucky pulled out her phone, opening her email.
“Reggie,” Maverick read. “So manyRnames in our lives.”
“I know, right?” She laughed even as her hands shook.
“Whatever it says, you still have me,” Maverick promised. “I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to.”
Lucky kissed his temple, strengthened by his familiar scent and being in his arms. “You better get comfortable then.”
Reggie had only written three sentences:
Call me. It’s been too long. I miss you, Lucky Bug.
