“I wasn’t planning to.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“I was about to.”
His brow lifted. “Before or after you decided to confront him?”
She didn’t answer.
“Letty,” Wyatt sighed. “That’s not happening.”
“I know, we don’t have enough yet.”
“You think he’ll just sit and wait for you to gather more?”
She held his gaze. “No.”
Wyatt looked out the window, toward the road. “You just made yourself a bigger target.”
“I was already one.”
“Yes.” His voice softened. “But he’s going to figure out that you know everything.”
They stood there in the quiet. Both realized the anger had burned off.
She stepped forward. “I’m not reckless, or naïve.” She touched his arm. “And I don’t know… everything.”
He rolled his eyes.
“I’m not yours to manage.”
His jaw flexed as he dropped his hand. “You’ve made that clear.”
She feathered light touches over his arm. “But I am yours.”
That shifted something in his expression as he scoffed. “You cool down fast.”
“I process fast.”
His face softened. “Don’t get yourself killed trying to prove you’re smarter than him.”
“I don’t need to prove I’m smarter.”
“You are, but you are also stubborn as hell.”
She grumbled. “You’re grumpy when you’re worried.”
“You’re relentless when you’re scared.”
She froze.Well, damn, that man is smart.She nodded, staring at the screen. “He won’t wait,” she mumbled.
“No, he won’t.” He picked up his phone. “Cal needs to see this.”
She nodded, and as he stepped outside to make the call, she looked back at the financials again.
William Thomas. Independent Fire Risk Consultant.The title almost makes me laugh.He doesn’t want to manage disasters. The son of a bitch wants to manufacture them. And somewhere out there, he is probably watching the same clock I am, waiting for me to make the wrong move.
WYATT
