I righted my clothes. “And that’s a bad thing, why?”
“It’s not a bad thing.” Wolfe pulled off his cap and thrust his hands through his hair. “Well, not entirely. She seems to think you and I are… Fuck. I don’t even know what she thinks, but she doesn’t seem to mind it. And then she asked me to come inside her house, said she’d make me dinner. I refused because I fuckin’ knew I would kiss her.” He frowned. “She looked so goddamn disappointed. Dumbass that I am, I went to her door.” Wolfe looked at me for the first time. “I told her why I couldn’t come in. And I didn’t, but she kissed me anyway.”
“Take a breath. Shit.” I understood everything except… “So why are you here?”
His face was hard. “Because when she kissed me and I kissed her, I realized I wanted to fuckin’ kiss you, too.”
Well. Okay then.
Wolfe seemed to be waiting for me to say something, so I said, “I don’t see a problem with that.”
The big man eased down into a chair, dropping his head into his hands. “I don’t want to scare her.”
“If she kissed you, I’d say you accomplished that goal.”
Wolfe looked up. “I left after that. I couldn’t go inside. Not after that kiss. Fuck. She’s drivin’ me goddamn crazy.”
I knew the feeling.
“I don’t know what to do now,” Wolfe admitted.
If I wasn’t mistaken, there was a significant amount of confusion in the big man’s tone. That was unusual for the normally confident cowboy.
Moving over to my desk, I perched on the edge.
“Take it one day at a time.”
He stood, taking one step and clearing the distance between us. I looked up at him, waiting, wanting.
“Yeah?” Wolfe didn’t sound convinced that was a good plan.
“Sure.” My voice was rough. “Why not?”
He cupped my face and once again lowered his mouth to mine. Without thinking, I gripped his shirt in my fist, kissing him back. This time, Wolfe’s lips weren’t quite as rough, not nearly as demanding. It was an exploratory kiss, one to confirm that this thing between us was real and it was explosive, regardless.
The kiss didn’t last nearly long enough, but I swallowed the groan of disappointment.
“She has to know about this,” he said. “I need her to understand what’s goin’ on.”
I nodded. I got that. Of course I had no idea how Amy would react, but I understood.
“What time do you get outta here?” Wolfe asked.
“Midnight.”
The big man moved back, causing me to release his shirt.
“Meet me and Amy at Reagan’s when you’re done. I wanna show her the lake at night.”
I nodded. “I’ll be there.”
Some of the warmth in his eyes dimmed. “I don’t know how this’ll play out, but she has to know what we want.”
“She does.”
That didn’t seem to ease the battle going on inside Wolfe’s head, but neither of us could prepare for this. Whatever happened between the three of us—or didn’t happen, for that matter—was all up to Amy.
I hoped to God she was willing to explore.
