He didn’t bat an eye. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks.”
Maverick nodded. “You should run home to pack a bag, and take a nap while you’re at it. You need more sleep than you’ve been getting.”
“I’m trying to fix your company, remember?”
“My company isn’t more important than your health.”
“Is your company more important than Harper’s health?” I countered.
“Yes.”
I rolled my eyes. “I know fate wants us to get it on, but you and I aren’t together, Maverick.”
“I’m aware.
“Are you really?”
“I wouldn’t be fighting my nature constantly if we were together. The status of our relationship just doesn’t matter. You’re mine.”
Harper asked a question I hadn’t considered. “Does that mean you’re hers?”
“It does. And her claim will undoubtedly be challenged during our visit with the Erren Pack.”
“I’ll happily withdraw myclaim,” I said.
“Unfortunately for you, your fated mate is allowed to fight in your place. And I don’t lose.” Maverick stood up, eyeing my croissant stack. He clearly wanted one.
One of his werewolves had brought them to us, so it would’ve been rude not to share. It wasn’t like I’d finish them all anyway.
I offered him two, and he took them from my hand without a beat of hesitation before striding away.
“Feeding your mate is a significant part of werewolf culture,” he called over his shoulder as he reached the door. “Don’t give your personal food to any other wolves at any point in the future.”
So that was why his enforcers always made it extremely clear that Maverick had asked them to bring me the meals they showed up with.
“I only offered you food you had already fed me,” I called back quickly.
“Still counts.” The door shut behind him, effectively ending the conversation.
“He issucha dick,” I grumbled to Harper.
“He’s got one hell of an ass, though,” she mused.
Truer words had never been spoken.
We both watched it flex as he walked away.
My phone vibrated with a text a minute later. I picked it up and scanned it.
Maverick
Go home, Bloom
I dropped the device back on the couch. “You don’t think he was serious about the fighting thing, right?”
“I think you’re a better judge on whether or not that man is being serious than I am.”
