Wyatt retorts, "You better watch yourself, old man. You're stepping in a corral you have no business being inside."
Jax just grins.
Get off the topic.
I declare, "Jax, I'm not going to be Wyatt's agent."
"You owe me," Jax reiterates, his face taking on a stern expression.
My gut flips.
"Willow's not going to be my agent, and I'm not going to be your rider," Wyatt states.
"Ah, but you are going to be. You have no other choice."
"That's not true," Wyatt claims.
Jax arches his eyebrows. "Then tell me what choice you have. Who's knocking down your door right now?"
The question hangs in the air. Wyatt grinds his molars, not flinching under Jax's challenging stare.
"Go on, spit it out," Jax taunts.
It makes me feel bad for Wyatt. I know he got himself into his own mess, but he is a really good rider. I know how hard he worked to get where he is.
He just shouldn't have acted so stupid.
Stop feeling sorry for him,I reprimand myself.
The longer the silence builds, the tension wrapping around us, the more my heart hurts for Wyatt.
"I thought you retired. What are you now, eighty?" Wyatt scoffs.
Jax chuckles again. "Not quite, but I'm going to come out of retirement just for you."
"Nah, you can stay in it," Wyatt says.
"Jax, I still owe you a favor, but I'm not going to be Wyatt's agent," I repeat.
"You can and you will," Jax demands.
"You don't understand." My words come out almost pleadingly.
Jax crosses his arms and sits back. "Then tell me the real issue. And don't say it's because he's not a serious rider."
Silence fills the air.
Jax lowers his voice, and his lips curl again, making me nervous. "Do you think I'm a dumb cowboy? There were several instances where you were in Wyatt's changing room over the years. I never said anything. I didn't tell your dad. I didn't tell your brothers. Hell, I didn't tell anyone."
My stomach twists, and I glance at Wyatt.
He keeps his attention pinned on Jax, his jaw locked tight.
Jax continues, "I know you two were together. You might not be now, but you'll just have to get over that. This is happening. So wrap your heads around it."
Panic spins inside me.
Wyatt finally meets my gaze.
