Odessa POV

“Here you go, Odessa. A special blend for a special girl,” the bartender said, handing me something pink and glittery.

I didn’t know this many people knew my name. For the first time, instead of scowls, gags and laughter, I was greeted with warmth and attention. Thanks to Maverick and nothing I did, but it was nice to feel welcomed.

“Are you flirting with my mate, Luke?” Mav asked, taking a firm shot on the pool table.

Luke, the bartender, smirked. “Wouldn’t dream about ...