That’s the problem with Wyatt. Even when he’s being terrifying, it’s… it’s doing things to me.
I force my voice steady. “You’re acting like he’s going to show up with a knife.”
Sadie’s face tightens. “They don’t start with knives.”
I hate that she’s right.
Wyatt steps closer, and it’s subtle, but I feel it like gravity. “Tell me you don’t want a shield.”
I lift my chin. “I don’t want to need one.”
Wyatt’s gaze flicks to my mouth. “That’s not what I asked.”
I swallow hard. My pride wants to spit in his face. My fear wants to crawl under his skin and live there.
“I want him to stop,” I say finally.
Wyatt nods once, like that’s the only answer he needed.
Saxon’s voice cuts in. “Temporary means temporary. You don’t make my station your soap opera.”
Wyatt doesn’t blink. “Not a soap opera.”
Saxon’s eyes narrow. “Then what is it?”
Wyatt’s voice stays calm. “A courthouse signature.”
Levi makes a choking noise. “Oh my God. We’re doing it. We’re doing a wedding.”
Sadie grabs Levi’s sleeve and yanks him back. “Go be useful.”
Levi holds up his hands, grinning. “I am useful. I’m morale.”
Saxon’s gaze stays on Wyatt. “You mix duty with obsession and you get people hurt.”
Wyatt’s jaw tightens. “I’m not mixing anything.”
Saxon’s eyes cut to me. “Ellie. You understand what you’re agreeing to?”
I open my mouth, then close it again, because if I say it out loud, it becomes real.
Wyatt steps closer again, voice dropping so only I can hear it. “You’re shaking.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
I hate him for noticing. I hate myself for wanting his attention anyway.
I lift my gaze. “You’re enjoying being right.”
His mouth twitches. “I’m enjoying you in my space.”
My breath catches.
Saxon’s chair scrapes against the floor. “Enough. Cooper—if you’re doing this, you do it clean. No games.”
Wyatt’s eyes flick to Saxon. “No games.”
