Page 21 of Your Heart & Mine

His head lifted and his bright blue eyes searched hers. When she met his gaze, he rewarded her with a huge grin. "Holy hell, Angel, I don't think I can move," he croaked at her, his throat dry as a desert.

She laughed and he felt the vibration in his cock where they were still linked. He moaned. "Do that again and you'd better be ready for round two," he threatened.

"Big talk for a guy who says he can't move," she chided him. "Now, roll over, Wyck. I can't breathe here."

He did as she asked, taking her with him. He pulled her to lie on his chest, and she threw one of those long legs he loved so much across his thighs. He drew up her hand and kissed her palm before playing with her fingers. She had long fingers as well and he loved what they did to him.

"I hope I didn't hurt you too badly," Harper said quietly. He looked down at her in confusion. "Your back," she clarified. "I think I got a little carried away."

"Battle scars I will gladly take any time you'd like to dole them out," he assured her. He kissed her palm again before laying it directly over his still pounding heart and the infinity tattoo there.

They lay in silence for quite a while lost in their own thoughts but their hands never leaving the other. Harper was just about to drift off when a familiar ring tone destroyed the contented quiet. Soul Bossa Nova from the Austin Powers movie. Cam. The ringtone had been a joke between them but now made a cold ball of dread coalesce in the pit of her stomach. What time was it? Everyone must be worried about her.

She sat up looking for something to cover herself with, like Cam could see her through the phone. She prayed he didn't want to FaceTime. She scurried away from Wyck and the bed, grabbing his shirt from the floor of the living room and shrugging it on before grabbing the phone from her purse. Oh, God! What had she done? Wyck sat up and watched her, confused, until she answered.

"Hey, Cam. Sorry, I was in the bathroom."

Wyck's heart fell to somewhere around his knees. The British twat. And she left him and their afterglow to answer the phone for him. What the fuck was he supposed to do with that? Anger started to boil in his gut as he listened to Harper's end of the conversation.

"I, uh, stopped at Janelle's for coffee. I'm sorry if I worried everyone. I should have called."

"Oh, that's good then. Everything getting resolved?"

"Mmhmm, mmhmm. Well, that sounds promising. I look forward to it. Okay, I'll be home in a few minutes. Just waiting on the check."

Wyck was flabbergasted that she could put on such a casual tone after just having mind-blowing sex with him. What was she playing at? He'd thought that what they'd just done would have spelled the end for this asshole, but apparently not.

He pulled on his jeans and went to stand in front of her as she hung up. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her. "What the fuck was that, Harper?"

Her eyes flared in anger at his words. "That was Cam," she replied, working to keep her tone level. "He was calling to make sure I hadn't gone off the mountain somewhere. I hadn't planned on being gone this long."

"So, you're planning on leaving now?" he asked angrily.

"Of course I am. You're the one who plied me with wine and cheesecake to seduce me. I didn't plan any of this!"

"Oh yeah, I was all by myself in the endeavor. I gave you every chance to stop me or tell me no. You didn't. You wanted this as much as I did!"

She opened her mouth to yell at him again but then closed it. He was right. He may have taken advantage of the situation, but she had played right along. She'd enjoyed every second of it and that made her the scum of the earth. Again.

"You're right," she agreed as she marched back to the bedroom and flung off his shirt. She scurried to find her bra, jeans, and sweater and yanked them on. "I let it happen. You're not the one in another relationship, I am. It was my mistake." She didn't like dragging Cam into her lie, but she went along with Wyck's mistaken perception of their relationship to try to untangle the problem she created.

"I'm sorry," she said, searching for her ankle boots. "I shouldn't have let it happen. It won't happen again. I need to go home now."

"It was anything but a mistake, Angel," Wyck said, his anger draining from him quickly at her words. He didn't want her to feel badly about herself. He wanted her to embrace what they'd done and realize they were meant to be together.

"We're meant to be together, Harp. Tonight just proved that to me. Your only mistake is not cutting this other guy loose."

She wiped her face where angry tears were starting to fall. "That other guy loves me. He is there for me no matter what. He supports me in everything I do and worships the ground I walk on," she argued.

"All that may be so," Wyck said, his voice husky with emotion. "Butyoudon't lovehim. You love me."

Her eyes widened at him in shock at his words.No! It's not true. It can't be true. I can't do this again!She twisted away from him in a panic when he tried to gather her up in his arms. She refused to look at him as she headed for the door. "I'm leaving, Wyck."

His hands ran through his hair in frustration but he let her go. He watched as she started the SUV and turned around to head back down the gravel road. He'd let her go home and process everything. That was Harper's way. But this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

Chapter nineteen

Dunkin' Coffee

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