“It’s okay, honey. It happened a while ago.”
“Doesn’t make it hurt any less,” she points out—rightfully so.
“This is true. Now, isn’t it your turn to give me a fact about you that no one knows?”
“I have a sister …”
“Not to be a stickler for the details, Gwen, but I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who knows you have a sister.”
Her face looks troubled, but she rolls her eyes. “I wasn’t finished, smartass.”
I burst out laughing once again. Again, noticing it’s something I do a lot around this woman. I see her lips jerk slightly as if she’s fighting her smile. Her eyes are alight with laughter though. God, I want more time with this woman. “I think I’m in love with you.”
If she rolled her eyes any harder, they’d pop out and coast across the room. “You’re so full of it.”
“I’m hoping you’ll be full of me soon,” I purr. Her mouth drops open, her eyes round, and I can tell she’s speechless. “Close your mouth, Gwen. Before I take that as an invitation.”
“God, you’re horrible.”
“No, I’m bad. Eventually, I’ll show you just how bad I can be. For now, continue the story about your sister.”
She exhales, letting me know she’s not happy.
“Cora—my sister—has always been kind of a bitch, at least to me. To everyone else, she’s perfection.”
“What does that mean exactly?” I ask.
“Well, I mean, she seems perfect. She has a doctor husband, six kids, looks like she’s nineteen instead of thirty-three?—”
“I doubt that’s possible after six kids, honey.”
“Oh, it is. Her husband is a plastic surgeon.”
“Everything?” I cock my eyebrow up in question. I’d like to think that we’re so in sync that she knows what I’m thinking. Maybe we’re more alike than I was hoping. Either way, she addresses the mostly unspoken question between us.
“Yeah, trust me, everything on her is tight—even what you can’t see.”
I snort, caught off guard as I take a drink of my beer. The result has the foam going up my nose, strangling me. I cough a few times before finally getting it under control.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“Yeah, just didn’t expect you to go there.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “Anyway, our whole life she went on and on about how she never wanted kids, how they’re annoying, whiny, and take entirely too much of your time.”
“Okay,” I respond, still studying her. I’m not wanting to make her nervous, I’m just enthralled by her. I want to learn every damn thing I can about her. “She must have gotten over the kid thing, though, right? I mean, I’m no expert, but I’d say six kids is evidence of something. Well, other than the woman hates birth control and loves taking dick.”
“Wyatt!” she laughs.
“I've got to tell you I’m kind of hoping that last part runs in the family.”
“I thought we were trying to have aseriousconversation,” she huffs.
“We are. I’m also being deadly serious. I don’t think I’ve made a secret of the fact that I want you in every fucking way you can think of.”
“Wyatt—”
“That said, I did get distracted. I can’t help it. I just want you. I meant what I said, though. I want to know everything about you. This includes your sister. So, finish and I’ll try to control my hunger for you.”
