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391 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 11, 2020
“But what are you worth to anyone here, to any team here if you’re back in England at the beck and call of your Queen?”
“Hey, bookworm,” Maverick calls after me with a stupid grin on his face.
“You probably wanna stop, drop, and roll.”
The acrid scent of burning polyester finally fights its way past the stench of moldy soup. I look over my shoulder in panic just as the flames reach my ass.
His hold on me tightens, and it’s almost sad how much desperation there is in the way he clings to me.
Something is broken in this beast of a man. And no matter how tightly he holds on right now, I know that by the time morning comes, he’ll remember that I’m not the one who has the tools to fix him.
There’s no confusion in my mind whatsoever about why this sharply dressed smooth-talker standing across from us, leaning against the polished mahogany table, is Maverick’s Attorney. He reeks of privilege and shady business so much, I’m certain it’s a personalized fragrance bottled and sold to morons like them at an obscene price.
I can feel my eyes dilating as Maverick stares intently into my face as though searching out my secrets.
