Maverick POV

I yearned to drag my fingers along her perfect body. I couldn’t do that without leaning on my busted arm. I hated this. Not being able to hold my mate wasn’t even the half of it. I was out for two games!

They had to use the backup quarterback, and he hadn’t played a game all season. I didn’t want to say we were fucked, but we’re fucked.

Odessa stirred. She raised her hands over her head and groaned.

“Morning, Little Wolf,” I said.

“Good morning, how’s your ...