“Dimp—”
“No,” I stressed, covering his mouth with my fingers. “I don’t know YaYa well, and have never met her friends, so the last thing I need is some weirdo following us.”
“What if I promise not to send a weirdo?”
“Still no. Jesus, Ripley’s already way too far up in my business, the last thing I need is her asking a bunch of questions.”
“Wyatt—”
“Sunny,” I interrupted, mimicking his tone as I scrambled off the bed.
“Where ya goin’?”
“I need distance.”
He slid his hand behind his head and raised an eyebrow. “You seriously gonna fight me on this?”
“Yes.” I reached for my robe laying across my bed, but Sundance tugged it from my hands.
“I’m liking the view, baby, let’s keep this off.”
I tugged back. “I’d like to put it on.”
“Why are you hidin’?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Stop looking into my soul.”
He laughed, sitting up and patting the mattress. “Come here.”
“No.”
“Talk to me, Dimples.”
“Can I put my robe on?”
“Nope,” he retorted. “I want to see all of you when you tell me your secrets.”
“I have never had anyone want to protect me the way you do,” I admitted. “I can’t figure out if I like it or if it scares me to death.”
“Why would it scare you?”
“Because it would mean Ineedthe protection.”
He patted the bed again. “Come here.”
Since I was a little cold, I slid back under the covers and Sundance hauled me up against him again.
“Do you work out?” I asked, and he laughed.
“Talk about a subject change.”
I sighed, tracing my finger over his pec. “I just can’t imagine how you’d get this big.”
“I lift a bit, but I’m not religious about it.” He patted my butt and I looked up at him. “Stop trying to change the subject. You’re not in danger.”
“Did your wife think the same?”
“No. She was aware shit was coming down,” he said, and I shivered. Sundance pulled me closer and bit out, “I wish I’d kept that information from you.”
