Wyatt responds, and it only upsets him further.
The conversation goes on for a long time. Then Jagger comes inside alone.
Paisley and I run to the door. She asks, "Is Wyatt's career over?"
"Mind your own business," Jagger grumbles, and pushes the kitchen door open.
I follow him. "What did you do?"
He opens the fridge and grabs a gallon of milk. "Once again, not your business," he states, removing the cap. He drinks half the bottle.
"Use a glass, that's gross," Paisley gripes.
He gives her an arrogant look and takes another drink.
"Eww." She huffs in disgust.
"What happened?" I push.
"Stay out of it. Both of you," he warns, then brushes past us and into the hallway.
"Jerk," I call out.
"Yep. Sue me," he responds, climbing the stairs.
I return to the window, and my mouth turns dry. Jax says something else to Wyatt, gets into his truck, and then takes off.
Dad continues to lecture Wyatt.
It feels like forever until they part ways. Dad comes into the house, and Wyatt stomps off, disappearing behind the barn.
Paisley asks, "Is Wyatt's career over?"
"That's his choice," Dad says, then asks, "Where's your brother?"
"Upstairs," I reply.
"Jagger! Get your ass down here," Dad shouts. Then he lowers his voice. "You two give us some privacy."
Paisley rolls her eyes, then goes into the kitchen. I slip out the front door and head toward the barn just in time to see Wyatt on his horse, trotting across the field toward the woods.
I go into the barn, saddle my stallion, Sassy, and run him until I catch up with Wyatt. I yell, "Hey! Wyatt!"
He turns his head and slows.
I pull up next to him.
He drawls, "Hey, sugar."
"Where's my kiss?" I tease.
He barely smiles but leans over and gives me a quick one. "You doing okay?"
I nod. "Yes. What about you?"
He clenches his jaw, keeping his gaze on mine. "I messed up."
I deeply inhale. "I kind of caught that. But you'll be okay, right? You always are."
