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But she never came.
He was disappointed. Although they hadn’t talked about it, he thought for sure after their last twenty-four hours together, she would be moving back into the owner’s suite.
That’s what he got for assuming.
With a sigh, he shut the lights out and promptly fell asleep, knowing he needed to be up in a few hours to feed Sawyer.
Ever since their son started taking a bottle, he and Olivia had fallen into a routine where she put the baby down for the night while Maverick went to bed so he could get up for the middle of the night shift. She would get up for the next feeding, then would usually lay back down for a few more hours before they both got up and started their day.
Maverick woke up earlier than he had since bringing Sawyer home from the hospital, and went down to the kitchen to start breakfast.
He had a steady rhythm going at the stove when he heard her say, “Something smells good.”
He turned to find her sitting down at the kitchen island with her hair still sticking up, wrapped in a white fuzzy robe.
“Good morning. I hope you’re hungry.”
“Starving. Somehow, I managed to burn a lot of calories yesterday.”
She was grinning when he looked over at her.
He flipped a pancake, then replied, “What a coincidence; I did too. I wonder how that happened.”
“Oh, I remember exactly how it happened.”
So did he. Every little noise she made, every quiver of her thighs, every arch of her back… they were etched in his memory.
He glanced at her as he added the pancake from the pan to a stack already on a plate, then slid it in front of her. “Oh yeah? Anything worth repeating?”
“Gosh, I hope so,” she said as she swiped her knife in the tub of butter he’d already set on the counter, along with the syrup. “Otherwise, the next six weeks will be very disappointing.”
He stared at her pretty face as he murmured, “We wouldn’t want that.”
Olivia maintained eye contact when she replied, “No, we wouldn’t.”
Maverick was the first to look away. He picked up the bowl of batter and poured more into the frying pan. A sizzling noise escaped the second it hit the skillet.
“The sun’s supposed to be out today. Do you want to go do something fun, then grab some lunch at Flannigan’s?”
She studied him as she chewed a bite of food. “What do you consider fun?”
“It’s funny, because I was going to ask you the same thing. What sounds like a fun day to you?”
“Depends on the time of year, I guess. Obviously, in the summer, anything on the water makes me happy.”
“What about now?”
“Honestly? I don’t know.”
“Okay, let’s say a year ago, before you got pregnant, what would the ideal winter day have looked like?
She took another bite, chewing slowly as she thought. Finally, she said, “I’ve spent the last twelve years working my tail off. An ideal day would have been one where I could sleep in, do some laundry, and binge watch my favorite Netflix show while eating junk food that I’d had delivered.”
“We can do that.”
Olivia laughed as she shook her head. “I feel like that’s all I’ve done for the last two months. Well, minus eating the delivered junk food. Juanita has provided me with infinitely better choices.”
“So… what sounds fun?”
