19| Maverick & Arnica.

Maverick.

As we enter the dining room, I move past Arnica and pull her chair out for her to sit in.

Her eyes dart between me, the chair and the large dining table that could fit another twenty people — minimum.

Arnica raises her brows when she notices that there are only two places set on the table.

“Will we be dining alone?” She asks curiously as she takes her seat and I push the chair forward.

Combing my fingers through my hair, I nod my head. “I thought it might be more comfortable for you if we eat alone tonight.”

I walk around the table and sit across from her, moving the large centrepieces made up of candles and large vases with fresh lilies out of the way so nothing is blocking my view.

Leaning forward, she places her elbows on the table and clasps her hands together, with her gaze never swaying from mine.

“Thank you, that’s… thoughtful.” She manages to say without choking on her words, and the faintest smile touches her eyes.

“I haven’t had the chance to ask you how you’re