As he walked back to his horse, Wilder’s nostrils flared. “I need to go, Brownie. I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Yes, sure. I’ll cook you something good for dinner. Our last night together for a couple of nights.”
“You can cook more than burgers?” He grinned. “You sure?”
I slapped his chest playfully and then stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. God, two nights without his mouth on my skin would be like hell on earth.
As he walked away, I watched him. I watched his swagger, his confidence, his ass. Then I took out my phone and deleted the message from Declan, anger and unease warring in my stomach. If Wilder got jealous about Glenn, what the hell would he do if he knew my husband was messaging me? I was about to put my phone back into my pocket when another message came in.
Holding my breath, I clicked on it and my heart sunk. The great day was turning into one of secrets and I hated it.
Nate
You can’t ignore me any longer Talls. I’ll be at Thanksgiving dinner as usual and we will talk about this. N x
Yeah, definitely a day of secrets. Secrets, lies and guilt and the weight of them settled on my shoulders like a heavy cloak, making the beautiful morning suddenly feel cold and dark.
Chapter 34
I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing - Aerosmith
Wilder
Watching her put her bag into the back of the truck made me want to puke. It was going to be two nights. That was all. Forty-eight hours. Which meant I needed to stop acting like a pussy and man up.
“I put something in your bag by the way.”
Tally’s amused eyes landed on me. “Please don’t say it’s a sculpture of your penis.”
“No, but now you mention it.” Wiggling my eyebrows, I leaned back against the car and folded my arms. Trying to look like I was chilled, even though I was churned up inside.
“What is it?” She slammed the door and immediately I grabbed her hand, pulling her in front of me.
“My tee. The light blue one. The one you always steal anyway.”
She bit her lip as her chest heaved with a deep inhale. “I nearly packed it but felt like I shouldn’t.”
My chest expanded at the idea that she’d wanted to take it. It made me realize that maybe it wasn’t just me that had gone all mushy. “Of course, you should. It’s more yours now anyway, but I did spray it with my cologne.” I wasn’t joking. I felt like such a dick doing it, but I needed her to remember me.
Her hands went to my waist and her head dropped to rest against my chest. As I rubbed a hand up her back we shared a groan.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” I whispered. “It’s all so damn strange.”
“I know.” Her green eyes met mine, searching and imploring.
“I’ll miss you. Every day.”
I wanted to say more, and knew what I was starting to feel. When I said those words, though, I didn’t want them to be rushed because she was leaving. She deserved more.
“Call me when you get there.”
She grinned. “It’ll take me thirty minutes. It’s a straight road and I’ll be safe.”
“Don’t care, Brownie. I want a phone call. Okay?”
“Okay.” She patted my chest. “Mr. Protective.”
I was and always would be where she was concerned. “You have a tank full of gas. I filled it up for you.”
