“Can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
He shook his head and rose to his feet, settling his fists on my desk and leaning toward me. “I love you, Wyatt.”
I forced back tears. “Don’t.”
“Baby, I know you’re scared, but if you give me the chance, I’m gonna make you feel safer than you ever have before.”
“This is the first time I’ve ever felt unsafe.”
“Bullshit.”
I frowned. “I have never—”
“Baby, you’ve felt unsafe most of your life, it’s just you’ve had to shove that emotion aside because you had shit to do.”
God, I hated how he got right to the heart of me. It was annoying as hell.
“Thorne—”
“I’m gonna make it so you sleep easy, Dimples.”
“Stop interrupting me!” I snapped.
He grinned. “I apologize. What did you want to say?”
I dropped my head back and stared at the ceiling. “I don’t remember.”
“Liar.”
I met his eyes and frowned again. “None of this is healthy, Sundance.”
He crossed his arms and leaned against my desk. “Break that down for me.”
“How would you suggest I do that?”
“I get that we’ve had a few bumps, Wyatt, but I think, now that we’ve worked out our miscommunications, we’re on solid ground.”
“Is that what you think?”
“Tell me where I’m wrong.”
“Unfortunately, Mr. Graves, I don’t have time to do that. I have work to do.”
“I’ll come by your place tonight and we can talk.”
I stepped out from behind my desk. “I’m busy tonight.”
“Look at me when you lie to me, Dimples.”
“I’d rather not,” I muttered.
He chuckled. “I’ll pick up Chinese.”
“Sunny—”
“There’s my girl.”
