Chapter 11
Jess slipped on a pair of tailored black pants she’d bought for working in Peter's office, and a light blue silk blouse.
Maverick spoke to the valet, wearing jeans that shouldn’t be legal for a man to wear out in public.
The outlines of his muscles were supposed to be just for her pleasure.
She could tell that they were thin from working out in the sun where he’d wear them until they ripped and then might still keep them for a while. A woman learned things about a man when she did his laundry.
Jess stood behind him and hoped no one else noticed how wonderful of a man he was--she hated competition.
Well, Jess did. Catherine never believed a man was worth her time if he was stupid enough to find another woman attractive.
A black limo pulled to the front of the hotel and Mav
