“I’m her mother’s boyfriend,” the guy lies, sounding annoyed, but his voice is a little unsteady, too. “And who are you?” Maverick shakes his head and turns away from the guy, flinging his arm around me. “I’m her boyfriend.” I feel a flush of pleasure at his words, even though I don’t think they’re actually true. But I let him steer me out of the house and he doesn’t bother closing the door after us.
