Page 74 of Looking for Love in All the Haunted Places
And in her kiss-drunk haze, she had a feeling this was only the first step to lure her in. His irresistible kisses were a promise—one she might not know how to accept.
Maverick’s timer cut through their haze. “We have to go,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Okay.”
He kissed her again.
“Okay, now, now we have to go.” They ran off into the night back to the entrance.
24
The next day, at the abandoned office building, Lucky began to realize she’d landed herself in a hell of a situation.
This was why literally everyone advised against dating coworkers—a lesson she didn’t think she’d ever need to learn. Maverick was standing right next to her. Right there. So close. And she had to keep her damn hands to herself. They hadn’t had a single moment alone since leaving the park last night and the day wasn’t looking any better.
Georgia finished checking Rebel’s camera and mic. “The concept for this location is to film as if you’re sneaking inside. You’ll go through the underground parking garage to the elevator then up to the second floor, down to the first, and exit through the front doors where I’ll be waiting. That’s it, little miss. Are we clear?”
“Crystal!” Rebel beamed.
“All right. Are you excited?”
“Yep!”
“Nervous?”
“A little?”
“Camera and microphone charged and ready?”
“Ready!”
Georgia unclipped a walkie from her back pocket. A gold strip of tape on the front hadREBELwritten across it. “We’re on channel two.”
Rebel bounced on the tips of her toes as she took it. Lucky briefly wondered why they didn’t use walkies last night, but didn’t ask.
“That stays on,” Georgia warned. “You answer when called and you call when you need backup. Are we crystal clear?”
“Sparkling!”
“Trackers on. Timers set: ninety minutes on my mark for check-in. Safe word”—Georgia paused, grinning devilishly—“happy family.”
“That’s two words,” Maverick complained as he set his watch. “And uncalled for.”
“I call it like I see it, Super Dad.”
Lucky crossed her arms, leaning away from him. If a stiff breeze blew their way and she smelled a hint of his cocoa butter and mint combo…She needed Maverick to touch her again. Now.
Objectively, she knew she was touch-starved. Classic textbook case. Subjectively, Maverick was the only remedy for her. How was she supposed to focus on work under these conditions?
Rebel said, “Dad, you can’t say anything. It’s not your show.”
Maverick mimed zipping his lips, twisting a key, and then handing it to Rebel.
She took it and said, “And make sure you get good footage.Don’t just filmmethe whole time like you did at the talent show. I mean it. You have to geteverything.”
He held up his hands in surrender. It’d be the three of them for the shoot.
Rebel had a clear vision of what she wanted. She began by filming a scene of her quietly deciding where they should go first by listing the pros and cons of her pre-approved locations before announcing they’d go in through the parking garage.
