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“Hey, sis,” Mustang says, getting up to give me a hug.
“Hey.” I hug him back, then walk over to where my dad leans against the counter, wrapping my arms around him. “What are we having tonight?”
“Your ma’s making her fried chicken with mash potatoes.”
“Oh, that sounds yummy.” I turn to her. “Do you need me to do anything?”
“Nope. Everything’s ready. Sit, sit. Here, babe. Please take the mashed potatoes over there with you.”
I smile as my dad walks over and steals a kiss from my mom as he grabs the bowl. She laughs and swats at his arm playfully as he pulls away.
While we eat, the conversation flows. Sitting there quietly, smile on my face, I listen as my mom talks about the latest drama between one of the club members, Bet, and thetwowomen he’s been dating. How he desperately tried to keep them apart so they wouldn’t find out about each other. Apparently, it all blew up the other day in the center of the clubhouse, Bet running for his life as the two women chased him out the door.
The conversation transitions into easier topics from there, like the new motorcycle parts Mustang got and my dad’s recent cigar purchase. I try to get involved, but I just can’t seem to pull myself out the funk I had slipped into.
As we finish up, I notice both my dad and brother occasionally checking their watches. I try to focus on what my mother is saying, something about the new shopping center in town, but my dad looks at his watch again, slight frown on his face.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, looking between my dad and brother.
“Yeah. Everything’s fine. Just waiting on a phone call. Nothing to worry about,” my dad assures me, giving me a smile before joining in on the conversation.
My brother gives me a small shrug, taking the last spoonful of mashed potatoes off his plate.
I wonder if the phone call has anything to do with Maverick. I don’t push the issue because if this is club business, they won’t talk about it anyway. Plus, my parents don’t know Maverick and I have started talking, and I don’t feel like getting into that conversation tonight.
As the evening goes on, I start to get anxious to get home, hoping Maverick will call soon and I can breathe again. It always takes me a good twenty minutes to leave, because saying goodbye in my family is always followed by at least one more conversation. Since I live so close and walked over earlier, my brother offers to drive me home, which I happily accept.
After giving him a quick hug, I hop out of his truck and make my way inside. The first thing I do is check my voicemail. Seeing no new messages, I sink down onto the couch and stare at the black screen of the tv. It’s getting late. At least later than it usually is when Maverick calls. I don’t know what to think about that.
Deciding sitting on the couch doesn’t make me feel better, I stand and make my way through the dark, quiet house. Taking a quick shower, I pull on a pair of sleep pants and an oversized DMC t-shirt. Trying not to stare at my phone sitting on the nightstand, I pick up the book I’ve been reading and open it up to where I’d left off, but even reading about a suave pirate doesn’t stop my mind from wandering back to Maverick.
After reading the same paragraph for the third time, I sigh and toss it onto the floor next to the bed. Knowing sleep won’t come easily, I reach for my television’s remote to find something mindless to watch when I hear a light knock on my front door.
Frowning, I slide out of bed and make my way to the door, wondering who it could be.
It’s not my family or members of the club because one, they wouldn’t come by this late, and two, they all have a key. Besides a few friends from school and some people I work with, there is nobody else I can think of that would show up.
Getting to the door, I get up on my tiptoes to look through the peephole. I step back with a gasp, quickly unlock the door, and pull it open. The smile that spreads across my face matches the one I’m gazing at.
“Maverick,” I whisper.
“Hi, Jenny. I hope you don’t mind me stopping by. I know I should have called, but I… I really wanted to see you.”
“I’m don’t mind at all. I was actually just thinking about you.” I hold out my hand.
“Really?” He takes my hand and steps towards me, moving me back into the house. “What were you thinking?”
“Honestly, I was worried. I’ve been hoping you’d call all day.”
“Aw, baby. I’m fine. Actually, I’m more than fine. I’m great. Today was definitely stressful, but everything is good now.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and I wanted to come celebrate.”
He closes and locks the door, never taking his eyes off mine. Placing his hands against my waist, he spins me and lifts me up, pressing my back against the cool wood of the door.
“And what are we celebrating?” I ask breathlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist.
