The sudden sweet aroma that drifted into Maverick’s nose made a pang of nostalgia hit him.

Even though it had been years, he could still recall clearly—this was Valencia’s meal. Valencia prepared a meal for him?

At that realization, Maverick’s eyes flew wide open, and at that moment, he saw Valencia pointing at the cart of food next to her.

Valencia smiled and articulated just like he would have said, “Breakfast for a king. Freshen up and eat.”

Maverick had always been awake ...