Impossibilities

*Maverick*

“River,” I growl, low in my chest, without taking my eyes off the bathroom door on the other side of the living room. “Is there something you’d like to say to me?”

“What did you do to her?” She says, settling in on the arm of the couch facing me.

“Why do you assume I did anything?” I scoff.

“Maverick, I’m going to fill you in on something you may not know. When a girl literally runs from you and hides in the bathroom, that usually means you are the problem.”

I hate how her words make me feel, and I turn to look at her.

“And you are sure she was trying to escape me, not someone or something else?” I ask her, arching a curious brow.

“She sure as shit wasn’t trying to escape me.” She sighs, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her bent knees. “What did you do?”

I clench my jaw, refusing to tell River a damn thing. If Tatum wants her to know she can tell her on her own, I won’t be informing her, though. The last thing I need is River cursing me out for the kiss.