Odessa POV

The rain died down when we went inside for shelter and possibly to continue messing around.

“Here,” Maverick handed me a towel.

“Any more bright ideas, Wildcat?”

“We can take it to the shower,” I teased. “Then maybe I can convince you to take the tonic I made you.” I slithered up to him in a seductive attempt to get him to agree.

“If you weren’t my mate, I’d say you were trying to poison me. Not happening.”

He turned and marched upstairs. I spied his ...