“Do you want to come?”
“C—come?”
“I’m going to see Walter tomorrow.”
Wow, I really do have a problem.Note to self: order extra batteries.
“Yes, I want to meet Walter. Seems only right since I bought his house. Does he know that?”
“Depends on who you ask.”
Remembering I stashed my house closing documents in my nightstand drawer for safe keeping, I move around the bed. But when I tug the drawer open, I spot Wyatt’s shirt wadded up inside it.
I slam the drawer shut.
“You okay, Ev? You’re acting a little strange.”
“I’m just tired,” I say, feigning a yawn. “Can we finish the furniture thing another time? I have to be at the ranch super early. Apparently most of the animals are their most photogenic at dawn, so Macy wants me there bright and early.”
“Of course.” He gathers the loose pieces of the bookshelf, stacking them of the way in the corner out.
“I want to go with you tomorrow,” I say when I follow him to the door. “To see Walter.”
On the step in my garage, he turns. Our eyes lock, and a lump forms in my throat. I’ve never been intimidated looking in Wyatt’s eyes before. Hell, until now, I didn’t realize they were a shade of brown so dark they’re almost black. My attempts to look anywhere else lands my gaze on his lips. I bet this cowboy knows how to kiss a woman so thoroughly her bones melt. Hell, I bet that mouth hasmanytalents.
“Ev.” Wyatt’s low tone sounds like a warning.
Does the man not realize Ilivefor warnings? They don’t scare me away, they pull me in. Fuck, it would be so easy to reach out and grab a fistful of his black T-shirt. But what would happen if I pressed my lips to his now? Would he kiss me back with equal enthusiasm, or would he be horrified? I grip the trim around the door frame with both hands to keep from finding out.
“Thanks for your help,” I say, unwilling to fall into the trap of looking him in the eyes again. I don’t trust myself not to act recklessly if I do.
“I’ll be back to finish the job.” He hops down from the step, turning away. “How about I pick you up in the morning? I need to chat with Paps before we go see Walter.”
“You caught the part where Macy wants me there at dawn?”
He smirks at me. “I did. That’s why I’m offering.”
“Oh. Thanks?”
Wyatt shakes his head in amusement. “I know you, Ev. You’ll thank me tomorrow.”
Better than most.“Okay. I’ll see you bright and early, then.”
“Need me to call you before I head over?” It’s not the first time Wyatt’s offered to be my personal alarm clock. Usually I take him up on it. But the thought of hearing his voice while I’m in bed makes my thoughts turn dirtier by the second.
“Nah, I’ll be fine.”
“If you don’t answer your door, I’m coming inside.”
“C—coming inside?”
Wyatt gives me a strange look. “I have a key, remember?”
“Oh, right.”
“Get some rest, James. Seems like you need it.”
The second I’m able to close the garage door behind him, I press my back against the wall and slide down it.
