“Years ago, I mentioned to Maverick I liked them in my drink, and he started carrying around a jar so I can have them whenever I want,” she explains. “It’s probably the reason why I fell in love with him.” “Maverick did that for you?” I frown and glance toward the kitchen where a bowl of limes sits on the counter. I added two to my last drink, smiling at the citrus flavor when I took a sip. “I didn’t know that.” “Oh, yeah. Before I even gave him the time of day, he was handing over olives he’d ordered from Greece.” She rolls her eyes, but I see the smile she’s fighting to hide. “He’s so extra,
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