“What?”
“You like her.”
I shrug and take a drink of my water. “She’s not so bad.”
“No, I meanlikeher. Like, you want to strip her naked and douse her flames with your fire hose.”
“Jesus, man,” I state with a laugh. He’s too much.
Wyatt just lifts his shoulders and smiles. “It’s true. I can see it in your eyes.”
I don’t reply. I can’t.
Because at the end of the day, Idolike her. I don’t know how or when it happened exactly, but being near her today confirmedit. She’s really not as bad as I expected, and I find myself anxious to see what else she has planned for the bar. Not just the bar, but her apartment too. Will I get another look at it after the floors and the bathroom are done?
I sure as hell hope so.
And that’s a bit of a problem. I don’twantto want to see her apartment, because not only do I find myself wondering about the updates and changes, but being there seems to also bring focus to her bed, and that’s the last place I should want to be.
Yet, I do.
“I see you’re arguing with yourself about the lovely Lizzie Meyer,” Wyatt says, grabbing my attention. “I haven’t met her yet, but everyone’s talking about her and has positive things to say. Especially about her looks,” he states, waggling his eyebrows suggestively and making me growl. Wyatt barks out a laugh. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?”
“You’ve already staked a claim.”
I snort. “I’ve done no such thing.”
He laughs. Hard. “Cade was right. You’ve already pissed on her leg.”
“Gross,” I reply with my own bark of laughter. “That’s fucked up.”
“Maybe, but the fact remains: you like her.” He pauses for dramatic effect, because my oldest friend is that kind of guy. “If you like her, go for it.”
I shrug, not confirming nor denying anything he’s saying, because my mind is swirling right now. His words have caused a tornado of thought and emotion in my head, all fighting against each other. The tug of war is intense, the feelings of wanting her and knowing I shouldn’t.
I like her and have no clue what to do about it.
“Come on, man,” he states, breaking the silence and standing up.
“Where are we going?”
A wide grin spreads across his face, and I can already tell he’s got a wild hair up his ass. “To cut down that big oak tree.”
“Tonight?”
“Of course, tonight. What could possibly go wrong?”
CHAPTER
EIGHT
Lizzie
I’m smiling as I jot down another idea in my notebook, knowing in my heart these are great options. My plan is to make a list and then choose my favorite two. From there, I’ll incorporate other ideas, depending on the success or failure of the first two. But I feel it in my bones. These ideas are going to be hits. I know it.
I glance down at Burt, Tom, and Earl, who is a new patron. Well, not new. New to me, considering I haven’t met him yet, but he informed me he comes in a couple times a week, while his wife is at ceramics with some of her girlfriends.
