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He chuckled. “The barishis social life.”

“Okay, then not much time for dating.”

He stared at her for a beat. “I think when the right woman comes along, he’ll make time.”

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Maverick

Her parents showed up at five. After giving them a rundown of Sawyer’s schedule, Olivia disappeared to the guest suite. Jack and Judy were in grandparent heaven as Sawyer blew raspberries at them and had them convinced he was going to roll over with his rocking motion as he lay on the quilt on the family room floor.

“Not yet,” Maverick told them. “Liv says probably not for another month or two.”

“But our grandson is brilliant,” Judy said with a big, animated smile on her face as she looked down at the toothless baby. “Yes, you are. You’re going to do everything early, just you’re your mama did, aren’t you?”

Sawyer kicked his feet and arms in agreement.

At precisely six o’clock, Olivia walked through the doorway wearing a black dress and strappy heels. Her hair was curled, and she’d gone to the trouble to put on makeup.

Holy shit, my wife is a knockout.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her ruby red lips. An image of them wrapped around his cock sprang into his mind and his dick jumped in his pants.

Down boy.

He wanted her to fall in love with him. Having sex with her while she was still hung up on her ex was part of the reason they were barely on speaking terms.

“You look beautiful, Olivia,” her mom gushed. “Maverick, doesn’t she look beautiful?”

All he could do was nod stupidly with his mouth hanging open.

Finally, he came to his senses, swallowed hard, and vocalized his agreement. “You look stunning.”

She smiled shyly at the floor as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “Thank you. You look very handsome, as well.”

Maverick had chosen a pair of grey slacks and a cobalt-blue button down that he’d left open at the neck and rolled the sleeves to his elbows. He’d switched the TAG Heuer watch he wore every day for the Rolex he wore on special occasions. His first date with his wife qualified as a momentous event. He liked looking at the platinum band on his hand, but even more, he liked seeing the diamond ring on Olivia’s left ring finger.

Olivia slipped a black wrap around her shoulders and picked up a black purse. “Are you ready?”

“I am.” He swept his hand in front of him and thought he’d test the waters. “After you, Mrs. Mitchell.”

She strutted by him with a smug smile. “That’sDr. Mitchell, thank you very much.”

He’d take it.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Olivia

She watched him maneuver the Rolls through the streets with ease. She’d never been into arm porn, until she met Pete “Maverick” Mitchell. His rolled-up sleeves and the heavy watch on his muscular arm ticked her boxes.

Dammit.

She knew she should look away, but she couldn’t. Everything about this man made her a glutton for punishment, because everything about him made her get butterflies she was unable to ignore. He’d been drop dead gorgeous in his tux on their wedding day, and tonight, dressed up, he was every bit as handsome. But it was the everyday things that were doing her in. Like when he had his reading glasses on the end of his nose and would look over at her with a crooked smile, or he was concentrating with a pencil tucked behind his ear, or, lord have mercy, when he had on a pair of work boots and jeans. And of course when he held their son.

She needed to get it together.

He interrupted her swoonfest by asking, “Are you really thinking about changing your name?”

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