Chapter 9
Maverick sat on the edge of the bed amid their wrinkled sheets, fully dressed in a navy blue suit, ready for this party as he waited on Jess. He unbuttoned his suit jacket, sure of three things. Tonight he would be walking into the cotillion with the prettiest woman he’d ever met and her beauty wasn’t just physical. Second, he wanted to stay in his room and not go to the cotillion at all, if the alternative was Jess. And three, Jess deserved to be treated better by the men in her life.
Last time he hadn't worked the room when he'd been close to a deal and Colt Collins had disrupted the expected contracts. This time, though, Maverick would remind everyone he and his family had supported the community of farmers in Florida for over a century, and the Morgan flash wasn’t something
