Page 66 of Her Loving Hero

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They were on stand-by orders.Wyatt knew he was due to go wheels up within the next seventy-two hours, if not sooner, and he needed to get Ben situated in his townhome, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to have Emily leave.

“This is stupid. Why are you dismantling the Batcave? Give Ben the guest room I’m sleeping in. The apartment complex I’m in is pretty sure that there will be something a furnished unit available that will be big enough for the three of us, this weekend. If not, we’ll go to a hotel.” Emily watched him detach the third flat screen from the wall. Of course being the anal son-of-a-bitch that he was, he still had all the packing boxes that these came from in the storage unit that was connected with the townhome, so he was putting them back in there and putting so he could put them into storage.

“You girls are staying here. I’m going to be gone soon, so this place will be big enough for the four of you.”

“Hand me that screwdriver, will you?” Wyatt pointed to the Hex screwdriver that he didn’t need. Anything to stop this argument that they’ve been having for the last twenty minutes.

“Are you going to Oman?” Emily asked as she handed him the screwdriver.

He didn’t answer. He just pressed it against the already loosened screw and handed it back to her.

“Darn it, I’m sorry, I’m not supposed to ask, am I?” She was flustered and contrite.

“You never have in the past, and the only reason you did this time, is because of what happened with Carly and her friends. It’s to be expected. But in answer to your question, I can’t tell you anything.”

“I knew that,” she said with a frown. “Please know I wasn’t trying to pry.”

Wyatt pulled the screen off the wall and carefully set it on the floor, then he took her face in his palms. “Shit Emily, you don’t have to worry if you ask something, that’s not a problem. Now if you pester me about stuff, then yeah that’s an issue. But asking innocent questions, that’s never a problem.”

She gave him a relieved smile.

“So, it’s decided then. You’ll stop with the dismantling and let the girls and I get a hotel until we move into one of those apartments.”

He bent and gave her a lingering kiss. “Yeah, okay. Can you help me with something else then? I’m going to need to get someone to come in and provide some occasional in-home care to Ben while I’m gone.”

Emily gave him a long look. “Sure Wyatt. I should be able to do that. I think I’ll talk to Kenna, she should have some ideas.”

Wyatt looked at her in shock.

She cocked her head. “You should close your mouth, otherwise you might catch flies.”

He snapped his mouth shut and bent down to open up the box to put the screen in it.

“It’s too bad you and your sisters couldn’t stay here,” he let his voice drift off.

Emily helped him close up the box, then they stood staring at one another.

“Have I ever told you how impressed I am with you interacting with the teens at the youth center?”

“Yeah,” Wyatt said slowly. He picked up the tape gun. He didn’t know where this was going, but he knew he was about to get his ass handed to him.

“Well, one of the things that I was most impressed with is how you were able to coax them into doing things for their own good, often times without them even realizing you had a hand in it.”

Shit.

“You needed a house sitter like Kristi needs to dye her hair black. Tell me, while you were telling me that I was going to keep an eye out for Ben, were you telling Ben that he was going to watch out for me and my sisters?”

“You went over to Kenna’s house and hung out with Aurora and Riya too, didn’t you?”

Emily thrust her hands on her hips, her blue eyes shot sparks at him. “Are you insinuating that I don’t have the brainpower to figure out your manipulative tricks all on my own.”

Double shit.

Lust hit him like a freight train. “Emily, I think you’re smart ass hell. The only, and I say only reason, I might have thought that Kenna might have pointed out I was playing you was that she has an eighteen-year-old son and is married to Dex. She’s kind of got a PhD in this.”

“I might like my kissing lessons, but last I checked you were getting something out of it too, Buster. So, don’t think you have me so hormoned up I can’t see when I’m being played.”