Odessa POV

I listened to the water running in the shower, which was over ten feet away from me. Why was I in the room while Maverick was wet and lathering himself with soap?

I should leave. Yes, I’ll bake a cake to celebrate Barnette waking up from his coma.

“Odessa?” Maverick called from the shower.

I paused. “Yeah?”

“Can you hand me a towel?”

“Uh… isn’t there one already in there?”

“No.”

“Uh… okay crap.”

I grabbed a towel from the wardrobe.

“Sure!” I ...