A Maverick for Christmas. Leanne Banks

      Abby frowned at him, feeling a double spurt of frustration and anger. “Some people might say I looked pretty.”

      “Some people would say anything to get you into bed,” Cade said.

      Offended, Abby narrowed her eyes at him. “You just need to butt out of my date. I’m having a good time. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

      Austin appeared from behind Cade and lifted his eyebrows. “Ready to go, sweetheart?”

      Abby frowned in Cade’s direction. “Sounds good to me,” she said and rose from her bar stool. It took every bit of her concentration not to look at Cade. “G’night,” she said, without meeting his gaze, and hooked her arm with Austin’s as she strutted out of the bar.

      As she and Austin stepped into the cold night, she sucked in a clean breath of air. “I’m not sure that worked.”