Maverick POV

Odessa lay beside me with her fingers resting in front of her lips and her curly red hair draped over her shoulders. It was the perfect sight. I opened my bedside drawer and pulled out my Polaroid camera.

I leaned back to take the perfect shot before she woke up.

“Great,” I murmured.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand.

I snatched it before it startled Odessa. It was Storm’s number.

What did he want this early in the morning? I climbed out of bed because I knew my friend was ...