She was sitting on the porch outside the main lodge, enjoying the cool mountain breeze on her face as she rocked on the two-person swing. Maverick had headed out earlier on horseback, and no one knew when he’d be back. A small, sick feeling of guilt twisted through her when she thought about what she’d said. Sure, he’d been a brute. And it’d been worse than caveman-esque to assume having sex without protection meant a woman was “yours.” But she’d been the one so caught up with how hot Mav looked with a haircut that she’d forgotten under the good looks, he was still the rough, ridiculous man that was more animal than human. And it wasn’t good to expect more from him than that. But damn, he’d been awesome in bed. Well, they’d never actually made it to the bed. He’d wanted her too much for that. Life with Maverick would never get boring. And honestly, she didn’t find his rustic little cabin too bad.
