“Yeah. She has a friend; he’s taking care of it.” Letty studied him. “Do you think you’ll ever go back to Flagstaff?”
“No.” His jaw flexed. “The closest I get to Arizona is watching the Arizona Wildcats play on TV.”
Letty’s forehead wrinkled. “Isn’t the University of Arizona in Tucson?”
“It is. That was where I would have gone if I had gone to college.” He took a beat. “So, I follow them in sports.”
“Oh.” Letty smiled. “Basketball or football?”
He chuckled. “Basketball all the way. I was watching them when I got the fire call.” He raised his hand from hers to her arm and stroked. “Your sisters are lucky.”
She shook her head. “I’m the lucky one.”
His thumb found the pulse in her wrist. “You’re not alone in this.”
She leaned closer without realizing it. “You’re not either.”
The house settled into a silence that seemed like it was waiting for something to happen, the kind of quiet that made every movement and breath feel louder. He hadn’t pulled away. She eased into a smile. “You look at me like I’m about to bolt,” she whispered.
His thumb rubbed against her skin. “I’m trying not to.”
Her pulse stuttered. “Why?”
“Because if I move, I’m not sure I’ll stop.”
His honesty hit low in her core. She could feel the shift. “You don’t decide that alone.”
His jaw tightened. “Doc…”
“Don’t.” She leaned forward. Their knees brushed as his breath changed. “You’ve been holding back.”
“Yes.” Wyatt grumbled.
“Why?”
He brushed his hand down her cheek and rested under her chin. “Because this is a mess, and you’re in danger.”
She arched her eyebrow. “So are you.”
His eyes darkened, shifting his weight ever so closer to her. “That’s not the same.”
She moved and took up the last space between them. “Wyatt.”
He brushed his finger over her mouth. That was all she needed to gasp.
Letty knew before he moved that his restraint was gone. His mouth found hers with heat that had been waiting for hours. This wasn’t the brush of his lips like before. This was intentional. Her breath caught as he pulled her onto his lap, one hand sliding around her waist and the other bracing at the back of her neck.
She answered him with no hesitation. Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, touching skin, warm and real.
He made a low sound against her mouth. “Letty…”
“Yes.”
That single word changed everything as his forehead pressed to hers. “Last chance,” he murmured. “We stop now.”
She claimed his mouth for an answer. The kiss deepened, slower, more deliberate, as heat built instead of exploding. His hands slid lower, hers climbed higher up his torso. The couch shifted beneath them as their position changed.
He broke the kiss, just long enough to ask. “You sure?”
