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“Even if I was, I missed the deadline.”
“I think it’s easy enough to still do. You’d just have to go before a judge.”
Her first thought was, ‘okay,’ then her inner voice—the one that was trying to protect her—shouted, ‘why would I go to all the trouble of changing my name when I’m just going to change it back once we get divorced? Changing all my legal documents sounds like a pain in the ass in the first place, no way am I doing it twice.’
“I don’t think it’s a big deal, do you?”
He glanced at her, then back at the road a few times before replying, “Well, yeah, I do. My last name is Mitchell, Sawyer’s last name is Mitchell. You’re part of our family—your last name should be Mitchell, too.”
She smiled, even though his words felt like stab wounds to her heart. He was a man who wanted his son and married her to ensure it happened. They weren’t some happy family. He didn’t love her; she’d best remember that.
“Let me think about it.”
**
He’d chosen Frank’s Chophouse, one of the best restaurants in the city. The valet took his keys and Maverick escorted her inside.
A man behind the podium looked up at them with a big smile and came around to shake his hand. “Mav! I thought that was your reservation! How the hell are you?”
Maverick responded to the welcome with equal enthusiasm, clapping the man’s shoulder with his free hand while smiling brightly.
“Good to see you, Frank.” He turned to Olivia. “This is my wife, Dr. Olivia Lacroix. Liv, this is Frank Symanski. He’s the owner.”
“Thanks to this guy,” Frank gushed, then took Olivia’s hand. “It’s great to meet you. You married a good man!”
She nodded with a smile, then glanced over at her husband. “I certainly did.”
“Come on, let me show you to your table.”
Maverick put his hand on the small of Olivia’s back and they followed Frank to a corner booth.
“Our best table,” the man proclaimed proudly.
“Thanks, Frank,” Maverick said as he slid in next to Olivia. “The place looks great.”
“We’ve come a long way, huh?”
“That you have.”
“Couldn’t have done it without you, Mav. What are you drinking? Your drinks are on me, tonight.”
Maverick shook his head, “That’s not necessary.”
“I insist. It’s the least I can do, after everything you did for me and my business.”
“Thanks.” He turned to Olivia. “You feel like wine or a cocktail? Or both?”
Frank interjected. “I’ve got a beautiful bottle of red you have to try with your meal.”
She loved how hands-on Frank was with his restaurant. “How about a dirty martini right now and the wine with dinner?”
“Vodka or gin?”
“Gin, please.”
“You got it.” He drew his attention back to Maverick. “Mav? Still drinking Johnnie Walker Blue?”
That brought a smile to her husband’s face. “You remembered.”
