by Lynn Hagen
Maverick grabbed his wrists, staring in astonishment at them. “Do you see what you’re doing? Look, baby.” Maverick held Cecil’s wrists up to show him the three bottom fingers curled in, his thumb and index finger resembling a gun as Cecil was poking Maverick.
Cecil giggled, flexing and un-flexing those three bottom fingers. His thumb began to move as well. The index finger was the only one unyielding, but he could live with that. Cecil began to cry as he continued to let his fingers play, looking up at his mate with a smile streaked with tears. He laughed as he cried.
“I knew you could do it, baby.” Maverick embraced his mate, happy that Cecil felt he had some of his life back. It had been dark days here since the horrific event. He wanted to see his mate laugh again, jump around in excitement. Match wits with his men. He missed that. Maverick knew Cecil had to work through this, but he missed the energetic puppy his mate had become. It looked as though his mate was on the road to recovery.
“I love you, baby.” Maverick kissed the top of Cecil’s head.
“I love you, too, mate.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lynn Hagen loves writing about the somewhat flawed, but lovable. She also loves a hero who can see past all the rough edges to find the shining diamond of a beautiful heart.
You can find her on any given day curled up with her laptop and a cup of hot java, letting the next set of characters tell their story.
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