MAVERICK
I was so nervous, and riding in the chopper didn’t help. I started fidgeting as we walked into the massive entrance of Beatreigh’s mansion.
“Darling, you made it.” The voice just came from nowhere, and I was instantly engulfed and squeezed in a hug.
“Oh, hi. It’s an honor to meet you, Mrs. Winston.” I returned the hug.
“Just Beatreigh or Bea, darling. You are Mrs. Winston. I dropped that name a long time ago,” she said with a smile. She looked too young to have a son of Lake’s age. She was also beautiful, with bright blue eyes and a fabulous smile.
“Well, hello, Mom.”
Beatreigh chuckled, kissing her son on the cheek. “Hey, bunny.”
“Right. Still bunny, even in front of my wife.” He kissed his mother back.