MAVERICK

“Whoa. Why the long face?” I shoved a spoonful of butter pecan ice cream into my mouth as I watched Lake’s face seemingly in deep, miserable thoughts. “Babe?”

“Yeah?” He looked at me, looking guilty.

“Did you just cheat on me in that four hours?”

“Baby, why do you always think like that?”

“Lake, cheating doesn’t only mean you’re sleeping or kissing the other woman. Could be lying, keeping something important from ...