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26| Arnica.

The instant I open my eyes, I know I’m in the wrong room. Instead of a small curtainless window, I’m looking at long burgundy drapes covering French doors that lead to a balcony.

Mavericks' room.

He obviously carried me here while I was asleep because I doubt I would have slept walked into his room with my bags that are currently sitting by the wall.

A small smile tugs at my lips. I roll over, finding the other side of the bed empty, and an unwelcome pang of disappointment stabs me in the chest.

Did I secretly hope that Maverick would be next to me?

I guess I did, a little.

The bedroom door is closed, and he’s nowhere to be seen. I reach for his pillow and bury my face in it. It smells like him. I might like waking up in Mavericks' bed, but I’m still going to move my stuff back into the room across from his again, later.

I’m not sleeping with the man when I'm not ready to get pregnant.

The explicit beat of approaching footsteps resonates in the hallway. I throw the pillow away as if i
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