Sutton.
A touch of jealousy made my heart beat a little faster. Maverick’s ex had no right to be that beautiful.
I waved her in anyway.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey.” The word felt weird on my lips, and I realized I was sweating, just a tiny bit.
I needed to get over my possessiveness. She and Maverick had barely dated, and it didn’t sound like there had even been any feelings involved.
Dropping my blanket over the back of my chair, I forced myself to let out a slow breath.
The room spun a little.
Okay, that was weird.
Sleep deprivation, maybe?
I took a long drink of my latte.
Caffeine, don’t let me down.
Sutton crossed the room and took a seat in one of the chairs opposite mine.
“You should’ve had kids with Maverick. Your babies would’ve been gorgeous,” I said.
Fuck.
Had I really just said that aloud?
Her lips curved upward the tiniest bit. “That was never going to happen. We barely liked each other, and neither of us wanted kids at the time. Coparenting would’ve been hell.”
“You still can’t deny it.”
“The genetics would’ve worked, I guess.” She gestured toward my cup. “You like coffee?”
“You could say I’m obsessed. Don’t tell me it’s a pattern for Maverick’s exes.”
Her smile widened further. “No. I drink it sometimes, but I prefer tea. I just think it’s funny, because of how much he hates it.”
I blinked. “He hates coffee?”
She nodded. “He hasn’t told you?”
I shook my head. “He doesn’t drink it, but he’s never said anything.”And he always bought it for me.
“He can’t stand it. One time, him and Rhone got in an argument about it, and someone’s espresso machine went out a window at the estate.”
I blinked again.
He hated it that much?
Why hadn’t he told me?
That was weird. Wasn’t it?
“It’s probably in your scent so much that it altered his tastebuds,” she said, sounding amused.
