“Dare?” someone shouted from the other side of the door and knocked again.
It sounded nothing like Victor, but even so, it took a moment before relief gave way and I could function again.
I stumbled to the door, trying my darndest to steady myself and checked the eye hole before I opened the door.
Six feet three of muscle and testosterone stared back at me and I put on my best smile. It wasn’t reciprocated.
“Wyatt!” I said.
“Zach,” he answered and gestured inside, asking for permission to come in.
I stepped aside in response and let Lookah greet Wyatt like the enthusiastic dog he was.
“You’re still here,” he said and I took half a step back.
That was an odd thing to say.
“Yeah. Dare won’t let me go,” I said with my best customer service face on.
It usually worked on people. It had worked on Wyatt whenever he stopped by my bakery truck, but for some reason it wasn’t working now.
“I heard he’s not been feeling well,” he said.
I pressed my lips together and closed the front door.
“No. Poor thing got himself pneumonia, but he’s on the mend.”
Wyatt walked a little further in, nodding, and I followed him.
“Good. Good,” he mumbled.
“D-do you want to see him? I can check if he’s awake,” I said and he let me get all the way to Dare’s bedroom door before he spoke.
“Uh, it’s okay. No need to bother him.”
I pulled away from the door handle and came back to the living room.
“Would you like some coffee? Or muffins? Or both?”
Wyatt glanced at the counter and shook his head.
“Looks like they’re not ready yet,” he said.
I laughed.
“Ah, no, this is today’s batch. I’ve got a couple of cheesecake muffins leftover from yesterday. Dare likes them so I thought I’d make them again today.”
His face hardened even more as if I’d insulted him in some way and my temples throbbed from working overtime trying to figure out what the hell I was doing wrong.
“So he’s doing all right, then?” he asked, his gaze turned to the hallway.
He looked as if he wanted to go in and see Dare but something was stopping him.
It certainly wasn’t me.
“Yeah, he felt better when he woke up this morning and he was up and active last night so I’m sure he’ll be back to his normal self in a couple of days.”
“Good. Good. I’m…glad.” Wyatt nodded. “I…uhm…I should go. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
