Chapter 7
Maverick fixed his gray suit pants and white shirt. His formal matching jacket was still in the garment bag that Bob had hung in the limo he'd leased for the evening.
Now he waited for Jess, in the main room, and she was two minutes late.
He stared at the clock and the hall where she’d come from, nervous like she’d stand him up on prom night which was a silly thought.
Maybe going out with her was a recipe for disaster, but she’d been on his mind and in his thoughts all day.
The bamboo floors of his home didn’t have the clicks of any heels or any sound whatsoever and his heart slowed.
Maybe she didn’t want to go. Should he knock on her door to see if she was okay?
But then his heart stirred. The bedroom door quietly opened. He stood taller as a vision in blue-green floated
