Page 45 of Wicked Little Secret

Maverick seemed unfazed by her sarcasm. “I’m nothing if not thoughtful, darlin’.”

Half an hour later she found herself gingerly stepping into his shower. It had more handles, buttons, faucets and nozzles than she knew what to do with.

“Oh!” she exclaimed out loud after she’d pushed a button and jets hit her from all directions. That was quickly followed by an, “Ohhh,” as the warm water washed over her.

She’d only planned on a quick shower, but she ended up letting herself enjoy the experience.

“I just had a baby,” she reasoned. “I’ve earned a long, luxurious shower.”

As she toweled off with the fluffiest towel she’d ever used, she looked at her clothes lying on the floor and realized she didn’t have anything clean to wear. Everything from the hospital had been dirty and stuffed into her bag.

She came out with her hair wrapped in a towel, wearing a navy-blue velour robe she’d found on a hook. Maverick sat bare-chested against the headboard with reading glasses on the end of his nose as he held a tablet in his hand.

He looked sexy as sin.

Swallowing hard, she said, “Mav?” to get his attention.

He looked up and froze for a second as he took her in. She knew she looked ridiculous swimming in his bathrobe. She hadn’t worn makeup since the day before she went to the hospital.

Finally, a tender smile settled on his lips. “I like when you call me Mav.”

She ignored his flirty remark. “I don’t have any clean pajamas.”

Setting the tablet aside, he pulled his glasses off before swinging his legs off the bed and walking to his dresser, where he opened the top drawer. He had on a pair of maroon and blue plaid pajama pants that did nothing to hide his sexy Adonis belt, and she couldn’t avert her eyes if she wanted to.

“I’ve got a pair of boxers and a t-shirt you can sleep in.” He held up the mentioned items, but she hesitated to take them.

“I… I don’t have a clean bra, either. Or any clean clothes for that matter.”

He tilted his head. “Do you usually sleep in a bra?”

“I just, uh.” She paused then blurted out, “I’m probably going to leak milk in the middle of the night.”

He handed the clothes to her. “That’s what washing machines are for, sweetheart. And we can go get your things tomorrow, or better yet, get you a new wardrobe.”

She pursed her lips. “That seems a bit extreme.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know how much your body has changed. Maybe you need new clothes.”

“I have some things that should fit.”

“Great. We can go tomorrow, or if you’d rather, we can hire movers to bring your things here.”

“I don’t need to hire movers.”

What was she doing? It sounded like she wasagreeingto go get her things tomorrow.

Putting her hands on her velour-belted hip, she added, “I don’t need to move—period. I have a beautiful home that I love. A nursery with brand new furniture that doesn’t smell like paint. And a nice young man that comes and plows my driveway…”

She threw the last part in to try and soften her demand.

He watched her with an amused expression and opened his mouth to say something when Sawyer let out a cry.

He gestured to the bed with his head. “Why don’t you get comfy. I’ll get him.”

She stacked his lush pillows against the headboard and sank onto his comfortable memory-foam mattress. It was in stark contrast to the uncomfortable hospital bed she’d been lying on for the last two days.

Maverick gently placed the now-wailing baby in her arms. She had to admit, it was nice to just have him handed to her instead of having to bend over and pick him up. Not that she couldn’t do it if she needed to.

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