A laugh slips through the ache in my chest.
Maverick looks toward the blanket lump beside me. “Understood.”
“She also has special gloves.”
“I’ve already ordered several.”
I blink. “You what?”
He looks back at me, completely unapologetic. “Wool. Thermal. Cashmere. Heated.”
“Maverick.”
“You have Raynaud’s.”
“I have gloves.”
“You had gloves. They burned.”
My mouth opens.
Closes.
Well.
Rude but accurate.
“So,” I say, changing the subject, “theDoncalled off school for the day, huh?”
“Emotional wellness is important,” Maverick says. “Also, Tank is grilling burgers, hot dogs, and steak.”
“That’s not very Italian.” I take another drink of my coffee.
Nice and creamy.
Exactly how I like it.
“Well, I’m also a Shadow,” he says.
I pause. “I thought you said you weren’t part of their club?”
“I am. And, I’m not.” His smile softens. “They call me the Outlaw. I’m not an official member because of my duties asDon, but they treat me like one.”
“Gotcha.”
Which is not entirely true.
But it’s enough for now.
“Alright.” I take one more sip and force myself upright. “Let’s get this emotional wellness day started before I have to deal with insurance, police reports, and the flaming wreckage of my entire life.”
Maverick’s expression gentles.
“Tomorrow,” he says.
“Maverick.”
“Tomorrow,bella,” he repeats. “Today, you eat. You stay warm. You let your daughter laugh.”
