THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,56

up the sides of my neck and then into my hair.

Morganna’s giggle finds us in the bathroom. Maverick pulls me, super quickly, behind his back. Sure I’m hidden, but Mav and his huge, manly, beautiful dick are on full display for her.

“She’s giggling,” I say quietly.

“She is. In my bedroom,” he replies tersely. I stifle a giggle myself.

Maverick yells, “Not in my bedroom, Stone!” He palms my breasts in his hands a few times, making my nipples stand at attention, and then shakes his head. “Later,” he rasps, even though his eyes say right now.

“Later,” I answer. He grabs a towel off a hook on the wall and wraps it around his waist, in that perfect way guys do. I finish showering, using the sole bottle of soap on my entire body and my hair.

When I enter his room it’s blessedly free of Morganna and Stone. Dressing in a dark red shift dress, because I only have work clothing, I put my hair in a messy side-bun. I brush my teeth, do my makeup, and pray I’ve taken so long that Morganna isn’t here anymore. Maverick hasn’t returned so that’s a bad sign. I’ll be answering to Morg about ignoring all her warnings about Maverick. A phone conversation or even a texting match would be preferable to talking face to face with her about whatever awkwardness this is going to be. I glance at Mav’s bed before I exit the bedroom and I get hot and shiver at the same time. I have a goofy grin plastered on my face when I find Morganna sitting on the couch, tapping furiously on her laptop. She’s talking to someone on her blue tooth, of course.

“I don’t care what she says. She’s the one who got herself into this fucking mess to begin with. I can’t help her if she doesn’t keep her collagen filled duck pout shut.” Morganna pauses her tirade. “Of course you can tell her I said that. I’ll fire her ass, I will.” She looks up and smiles at me when I sit on a chair opposite her. The smile on her face looks insane because of the obviously very brash words coming out of her mouth—Jekyll and Hyde in her element. She clicks off her call without saying goodbye. “They’re in the garage doing whatever it is that men do in garages. Getting dirty, trying to add to their appeal,” she says still typing on the computer. “He did tell me you will be joining us on our trip.” She stops typing and looks directly at me, gauging my reaction or trying to tell how I feel about it. Morganna probably has the same lie detecting skills Maverick does.

“Yeah. I’m bringing him with me to see Kathy first,” I say. Morg knows about my mother. She listened to me whine and complain about not having any family while we were in undergrad. My dad died when I was in my teens, leaving me alone. She also knows about the string of stepfathers. All of this adding up to my foolish trust issues. It’s probably why she’s tried to keep me from dating Maverick. Maybe she thinks he’s just bad news for me, not necessarily in general. “The crazy lady has been calling Gretchen to try to get to me. I may be a lot of things, Morg, but I can’t ignore her if she’s actually asking for me. God knows I’ll regret going, but having Maverick there with me will make it a little better.” She hasn’t stopped staring at me since I first opened my mouth. “What?”

“You’re falling for him,” she says. It’s not a question, just an observation. Like she would tell me the color of my dress, or what she had for breakfast. I look down at my hands folded neatly on my lap. “I already told you I’m done meddling, Windsor. You don’t have to be afraid of what I think. I’m starting to think it’s for the best anyway.” She huffs. “He seems better for it and if I lose one more bet on his expense, my jaw may come unhinged,” she says, smiling a perfect grimace.

It would make me a new brand of crazy if I admit I’m falling for a guy after several dates, I’m more cautious than that, but I can’t deny it. I shrug.

Morganna laughs. “Let’s go get them. I have to get back to my office. Phillipe is probably downing purple pills as we speak. Sometimes I feel