MAVERICK

I was so nervous, and riding in the chopper didn’t help. I started fidgeting as we walked into the massive entrance of Beatreigh’s mansion.

“Darling, you made it.” the voice just came from nowhere, and I was instantly engulfed and squeezed in a hug.

“Oh, hi. It’s an honor to meet you, Mrs. Winston.” I returned the hug.

“Just Beatreigh or Bea, darling. You are Mrs. Winston. I dropped that name a long time ago,” she said with a smile. She ...