Wyatt’s gaze locks with mine, but I look away. I’m okay as long as we stick to the mystery of Tom.
“Did you ask him if he’s found anything out about Tom?” Dante’s fingers sweep across the back of my neck and little shivers trickle through me.
“No. Apparently, I went there to confront him about Sara.”
My eyes bounce up to his, but he’s looking away.
“Why apparently?” Dante asks.
“Because I don’t remember. I drank too much last night.” Wyatt runs a hand through his hair again, making it stick out every which way. It makes me want to run my hands through it to smooth it back down. To run my hands over him and smooth him back down.
He sighs and drinks most of his scotch, then leans forward with his elbows on his knees, dangling the glass between them. “He spoke to me at the restaurant on Thursday night.”
That’s news to me.
“I told him I couldn’t tear my friends apart, and he said maybe I should check with you guys.” Wyatt lifts his dark eyes to Finn and Dante. “When I asked him what he meant this morning, he told me you’d both kissed Sara. And that if I wanted to know what Sara wanted, I should ask her.”
That makes sense.
“He also said he’s sure we’re a package deal.” Wyatt’s attention lands on me and my breath catches. Drew has made it clear to me that he’s open to me being with more than just him.
But with Wyatt’s attention on me, it makes me squirm. It works for Madison, but is that really what I want? The full focus of four men on me?
I slip back to the memory of this morning with Dante and Finn. My panties dampen at how good it felt to be with both of them. Wyatt leans toward me, holding my gaze.
“Is that what you want, trouble? Four men ready to service your every need?” His dark eyes hold me locked in time. This is one of those questions that could change the direction of my life.
I know the answer, but that fear of his rejection still stains my heart.
“Am I what you want?” My voice shakes but I hold my head high. I’d rather him be honest with me now.
He reaches out and captures a lock of my hair. “You’re all I ever wanted, Sara.”
My heart hammers in my chest, but I see the moment he withdraws again. A stone sinks in my gut.
“I don’t know that I can be what you need.” He finishes his drink and sets the glass on the table before retreating to his room. Tears well in my eyes.
“You should talk to him, pip.” Dante squeezes my shoulder.
I shake my head because, as much as I want to take charge of my life, Wyatt is the one thing I can’t have. And to let myself believe again that he wants me and I can have him just to lose it all over again would break me.
When Wyatt left the conversation, the conversation stopped. Finn turned on a game and I went into Tom’s room to put away my meager belongings. Peabody finds a spot on the corner of the bed where he can watch me.
The room is spotless like Dante promised. Instead of Tom’s bedspread, a set of crisp white sheets and a pretty, subtle floral duvet rest on the king-sized bed. The pillows all look new too.
It takes me less time to unpack than it did to pack everything. I sit on the edge of the bed next to Peabody and sigh. I’m not sure what to think anymore. What to feel anymore.
Wyatt’s worried that he can’t be what I want, but how would he know if I don’t even know what he needs? I lie back on the bed and Peabody gets up and snuggles against me with a loud sigh.
My phone buzzes and I reach out to pick it up.
Kayla:
I’m bored. Want to go to the strip club again?
Me:
I might be on lockdown
