A Private Conversation

Brooke heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Cressida tucked neatly into bed, fast asleep. She wheeled herself over to the balcony of the room, where Maverickhad taken his shirt off to treat the scratches on his chest.

Brooke looked away from his body, but not without noticing how fit he was.

It made her wonder why the son of such a wealthy family did so much physical conditioning. Didn't he have people paid to keep him safe?

And what was he training for exactly?

'His clothes do a good job hiding all those muscle.' she thought to herself.

"Brooke." Maverickcalled out to her, "There's something I need to ask you."

Brooke nodded, "As do I."

"Alright, you go first." He said, closing up the first aid kit.