Page 118 of Jilted

“Let me guess which one you’re reading.”

He grinned. “I might’ve dog-eared a few pages.”

I chuckled. “What time is it?”

“Almost ten.”

“Wow. I had my alarm set for nine. I must’ve slept right through it.”

“I turned it off. You didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

“I think it’s more like you kept me up half the night.”

Wilder pulled me onto his lap. “You didn’t seem to object.”

“I couldn’t. Your tongue was in my mouth.”

He buried his face in my neck. “My tongue was a lot of other places, too.”

That it was. My belly fluttered, thinking about the way he’d made me feel last night. “How long have you been up?”

“A few hours. I went to the grocery store to get some things for breakfast. Your fridge was pretty bleak.”

“I haven’t been hungry lately.”

Wilder ran his nose up and down my neck. “I’m starving.”

I got the feeling we’d just changed subjects. “Is that so?”

I would’ve been happy to go back to bed. Surprisingly, it wasWilder who put the brakes on things. He kissed the tip of my nose. “I saw your brother this morning.”

Uh-oh. “Which one?”

“Will.”

“Sorry.” I closed my eyes. “I should’ve warned you that I told him. How did that conversation go?”

“Same way it would’ve if I had a little sister who got knocked up by a guy with a reputation, and he didn’t do the right thing off the bat.”

“Shit.” My shoulders slumped. “That well, huh?”

Wilder brushed hair from my face and smiled. “It’s all good. He’ll come around when he’s ready. I’m glad he’s protective of you. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

I guessed I should be happy no one had a black eye. “I need to tell Travis and my dad still. And Olivia.”

“I’d like to tell my dad when you’re ready, too.”

“Oh God.” I had completely forgotten that Wilder’s dad wasMr. Hayes—the CEO of the company I worked for. “My job. I wasn’t even thinking of that.”

“There’s no rush.” Wilder ran his hands up and down my arms. “But I would like to go with you when you tell your father, if that’s alright.”

“He likes you, but I’m not sure how he’ll take the news. He and my brothers still treat me like I’m twelve in a lot of ways.”

“They need to see that I’m going to be here for you. Telling them isn’t enough.”

I nodded and let out an audible breath. “Okay. We’ll tell him together. He works at the bar on Sundays, and it’s usually pretty busy because of games and races. How long are you staying?”

Wilder looked me in the eyes. “Forever.”

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