“I want to move toward something permanent.”
“Not gettin’ married again, Wyatt.”
I sighed. “What are we doing here, then?”
“You wanna get married?”
“Not right now, obviously, but maybe one day.”
He rolled off me. “If that’s the case, I’m not the man for you, Wyatt.”
I forced back tears. “Yeah, I’m picking up on that.”
“Let’s take a step back,” he said, rolling me onto my back, he pinned me with his huge body and ran his nose against mine. “We’re still new. Let’s just keep going forward, okay?”
I nodded.
“Will you let me protect you if I promise no one will know my guys are there?”
“I will let you do this if you promise thatIwon’t know they’re there.”
He grinned in triumph. “I can do that.”
Well, crap.
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re a wily bastard, aren’t you?”
“I plead the fifth.” He shifted, kissing his way down my body. “You gonna let me fuck you into oblivion?”
“I suppose.”
He grinned, then went about fucking me into oblivion.
Wyatt
FRIDAY NIGHT, I headed out of my condo and climbed into the back of a nondescript sedan, trying to pretend the driver wasn’t one of Sundance’s men.
This was a compromise, wholly on my side.
Meaning, I was giving Sundance everything he wanted and getting nothing in return. Except a designated driver, I suppose.
Sundance wanted his men on me, I didn’t want attention drawn to me in the form of the loud pipes of bikes, and I’d hoped he’d drop it.
Nope. He decided to send one of his bikers in a car with a fake sticker indicating a car service. Point: Sundance.
I wasn’t happy, but I’d be taking a car anyway (his astute deduction, another point to Sundance), so this killed two birds with one stone.
“Hey, Wyatt.”
“Aero, right?”
I recognized him from my one and only visit to the Howlers compound, plus he had a nametag on his vest.
“Yep,” he said. “Where to?”
I gave him the address to the restaurant, and he guided the car out of my garage. Even though I tried for small talk, he didn’t engage, so I was stuck sitting in silence the whole way.
I hated silence.
