“From the first day I walked in here, I’ve been waiting,” Maverick looked at me like this was entertainment, smugness flickering in his eyes. “Waiting to see when you, Zaina, would finally come see me. That night we were both too worked up. There was a lot we didn’t get to talk about.”

“Since you already knew I’d come to talk, then don’t play games,” I met his gaze, calm and flat. “We don’t need to see each other over and over and make ourselves hate each ...