A flicker of tension passed through Maverick's eyes, but he masked it quickly, his expression smooth and unruffled. "Oh, that one? No idea. Maybe it got tossed out with the old clothes when we were cleaning," he said casually.

"Tossed out? I was thinking of wearing it again," I replied evenly.

A faint smile curved his lips, probably assuming I wanted to slip into that alluring dress and entice him. He took my hand, his touch tender. "If we can’t find it, forget ...