“What you are saying is I fucked you senseless,” he says. “That’s a good thing. Maybe you’ll stop trying to push me away.”
I sigh as I sit up. I pull the sheet up to cover my breasts. His eyes crack open, watching me carefully.
“I can admit I didn’t handle things in the right way.”
“You’re damn right you didn’t.”
“But,” I continue sharply, “you shouldn’t have told Caleb he could stay with you. Wyatt, that’s going to hurt him. I don’t know what your divorce agreement looks like, but I’m positive a court has to grant a change in custody. You told him he wouldn’t have to go back to his mother, and you had no right to do that.”
His jaw ticks. “I had every right. His mother is a piece of shit.”
“Wyatt—”
“No.” His voice hardens. “I know her. You don’t. And you heard what my boy said.”
“I understand,” I respond softly. “What Caleb said broke my heart too, but you can’t promise Caleb something you can’t deliver. Besides, we don’t know the full story. Kids get things distorted sometimes and?—”
“She’s as evil as they come,” he growls. “Her brother is the one who shot at me the day we met, Gwen.”
My mouth snaps shut. My spine goes rigid. “What?” My voice comes out strangled. “Wyatt …What?”
“Dee and her brother have some kind of plan. Together they barely have half a brain, so I’m not sure what they’re cooking up. What I do know is that getting me out of the way seems to be the basis of it. For that reason alone, I’m not letting my son go back into that snake den.”
Fear ripples down my spine. Not for me. For Wyatt and Caleb.
“How are you going to stop it? You know she’ll get the police involved if you don’t bring him back.”
“My club is working on getting proof,” he says, leaning back against the headboard. “If we get it, I’ll hand it over to the cops and let them deal with the whole damn mess.”
“And if Christmas comes and you don’t have proof? I mean, we’re talking about a matter of days—not months.”
“They’ll come up with something.” He shrugs, but it’s tight. “If not, I’ll offer her money. If there’s one thing I know about Dee, it’s the fact that she’s as mercenary as they come.”
“Paying someone who tried to kill you seems like the wrong way to go,” I grumble.
He grunts. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
Before I can respond, my phone vibrates on the nightstand.
I blink. “I wondered where I'd left that. I haven’t had it all day.”
“Who is it?”
I stretch and grab the phone. Purring out loud when Wyatt’s hand cups my breast and he pulls me back into him once I have my phone. “It’s Cora—my sister. She’s probably calling about dinner tomorrow. Remember? We postponed the other day because she had a reaction to the Botox her husband used on her.”
He snorts. “I thought you said she has that shit done all the time. I kind of picture her as a plastic Barbie.”
“You’re not far off,” I admit, rolling my eyes. “But apparently her idiot husband found a new supplier in Mexico who was‘a lot cheaper.’Whatever they use there is definitely not the same as what he normally gets. She had a migraine for a week, and her lips swelled up so big she looked like one of those fish that hang on the side of a fish tank and clean it with just their lips.”
Wyatt barks out a laugh. “She’s back to normal?”
“No, but they want to have a family dinner before they go to Cabo to stay with his parents for Christmas.”
“I’m thinkin’ I’m not going to like your family, honey.”
“That’s okay. I don’t like them either. I’m just stuck with them,” I tell him truthfully. “What makes it worse,” I add with asigh, “is that they’ll invade my house, and I’ll have to leave you and Caleb to put up with them.”
“Invite them here.”
