Chapter 80

Traffic on the highway to the airport was light. Heidi leaned her seat back, turned her head to the side, and closed her eyes to rest. Since getting up this morning, Maverick had been acting like the perfect husband. He had carried the suitcases downstairs himself, loaded them into the trunk, and even checked the little details like whether her favorite lipstick shade was packed in her purse. Before getting in the car, he had straightened the passenger seat and placed a new lumbar pillow there. "Why are you so quiet? Are you tired?" At the red light, Maverick placed his warm hand on her knee. His fingers brushed the back of her hand absentmindedly. Heidi didn't pull away, nor did she squeeze back. Her hand went soft in his. "A little," she said indifferently while keeping her eyes closed. Maverick said helplessly, "I told you to sleep earlier last night, but you refused to listen. You can take a nap on the plane." "Okay," Heidi replied. She hadn't slept well last night becau