Her back stiffens, breaths coming short and fast.
Bullseye.
This isn't over. Not even close.
Barely above a whisper, I state, "I'm riding that bull, sugar. And I'll be damned if you're not riding me again soon too."
She swallows hard and glares at me.
I leave her office, and go over to Jax's place, where I get thrown off the bull so many times, I have to sit in an ice bath half the night.
The next morning, I beat the sun to her office. I couldn't sleep. Hell, there was no point in trying. My brain wouldn't shut off. Her scent was still burned into my nostrils. And the scared look in her eyes when I left haunted my thoughts. I spoke the truth yesterday, and nothing she could say or do would lead me to ever believe otherwise.
And the lack of sleep gave me wisdom about how I could win her back. So I sit behind her desk like I own the place, ready to go to war with her.
When she finally walks in, her eyes narrow the second she sees me. She snaps, "You're early. Make yourself comfortable."
I kick my feet off the corner of her desk and stand. "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd check on my favorite agent-in-denial."
"I'm not in denial."
I take a step toward her, keeping my voice low and steady. "You are. But you'll be out of it soon. I know you, Willow Cartwright."
She folds her arms, raising her chin high. "You don't know me like you think."
I move closer, breathing her in, letting every ounce of my restraint pull tight. "I know every inch of you, sugar. Every breath. Every murmur. Every part that still belongs to me."
Her breath hitches. She chokes out, "I told you business only, and I meant it."
I close the last few inches between us. My hand hovers near her waist, not touching but close enough. I can feel the heat rolling off her. "You're a liar."
Her head jerks backward.
I chuckle. "I'll prove it."
"Yeah? How?" she hurls.
"One kiss. That's all it would take. One kiss, and you won't be able to deny you still love me," I taunt.
Her lips part. But nothing comes out. She glances at my mouth with eyes full of fear and want.
I take it as her answer. I walk forward, one step at a time.
She's forced to move backward with my stride until her back is against the wall. Her eyes widen.
I graze my thumb across her cheek, mumbling, "Do you have any idea how many times I've watched our videos?"
Her cheeks flush bright red as she gapes at me.
"You thought I'd delete them?" I chuckle, but it's laced with nerves. I admit, "They're my prized possessions. The only things I'd never pawn or destroy. They're what kept me going all these years."
"Wyatt—"
"Shh," I order, putting my finger over her lips.
She stills.
"You gonna stop me?" I ask, my breath mingling with hers.
