“And almost having an orgy with Riley.” “Yeah?” Maverick turns his chin my way. “Did you tell him about the dream you had? The one with me, him, Hud—” “You’re cut off, Miller.” Emmy puts a hand over his mouth. Her red cheeks match her hair. “One more word and you’re on the couch tonight.” He folds his fingers around her wrist and pulls her hand away. “A fair punishment, but if you’re going to invite anyone in from the team, Mitchy and Huddy Boy are the only two I’d be okay with.”
