Page 62 of Say You Want Me
The tears I had smothered before fill my vision. He rises so we’re eye to eye. “Wyatt.” I place my hand on his chest.
“I’m going to find a way to keep you here, Angie. If you’re going to leave me, you better be ready for the fight of your life.” His hands cup my face. “Because I’m not letting you walk away, not without layin’ it all out. I won’t say anything else. Words are just words, baby. It’s the action behind those words that matter.”
“Your words aren’t just words.” He presses his forehead against mine. “Your words are your truth.”
“And my heart is yours.”
And mine is yours. But I can’t say it. The words are stuck in my throat. But they’ve never felt more true.
THIS LAST MONTH HAS BEENamazing. Wyatt and I have settled into being a couple. He works at the ranch, I’m at the bakery three days a week, and we have our nights together. I still fall asleep in his arms after we wear ourselves out with all the sex.
Today, though, I’m in a planning session at the bakery with the old biddies of Bell Buckle.
“Angie can’t march in there and grab Presley,” Mrs. Townsend says with exasperation.
“Maybe she can fake some kind of labor pains!” Mrs. Rooney says.
Mrs. Townsend’s head falls in her hand. “She’s not even that far along! How would she have labor pains?”
“Right,” Mrs. Rooney agrees. “Moving on.”
All I’ve been doing is sitting quietly and eating cupcakes. I think I’ve figured out their process, though. One of them throws out an idea, two of them talk about it back and forth, the fourth explains why it’s dumb, and then they all move on. It’s hilarious and exhausting. All in all, it’s not a bad gig.
Of course, I would much rather be spending the day with Wyatt. Yesterday we went back out on that stupid Gator thing as he showed me more of the property. We walked along the creek that’s between his and the Townsend’s property where we had a picnic, and then he showed me why living in the country is great for fooling around.
We definitely couldn’t have had sex like that outside in the city. Well, not without an audience.
I’m enjoying our newfound sex life. According to the book of horrors, I’m only going to get hornier, which is the silver lining to all this. Wyatt doesn’t seem to mind, and I’ve told him to enjoy it while he can.
The only thing I have to do is address the elephant in the room—my leaving. He hasn’t brought it up, but then neither have I. I know we need to talk about everything, yet I haven’t found a good time. I’m not sure if I should go to Erin first or Wyatt. The last thing I want is to sever my ties to the bakery, only to find out that he doesn’t want more with me.
So, I let it linger.
But today is our twenty-week ultrasound. We’ll get to see the nugget and hopefully find out what the sex is.
I’m hoping after we get through that and Presley’s bridal shower next week, we can iron out our future, because the idea of leaving him . . . cripples me.
I glance at the ladies sitting around and decide to interject. “Why don’t I tell her I need her to run an errand with me?” I offer up, and they all laugh.
Another idea gets thrown out and dismissed right away.
Back to the cupcakes it is.
“I know!” Mrs. Hennington grows excited. “Why don’t we have Angie call Presley, tell her she has to go across town to do something, and that she needs her help?”
I swear I said that.
They all look at each other as if she just spoke gospel. “Oh! That’s a great idea, Macie!”
Really? I glance over at Mrs. Kannan. “Yes! So smart, and Presley will never expect it.”
“Umm,” I say with bewilderment. “I just said that, and you shot me down.”
“Not the point,” Mrs. Townsend says. “Can you go over there and take care of this? It’s important that she has no idea what’s going on. We’ve been plannin’ this event for a long time.”
I’ve learned that Wyatt wasn’t exaggerating when he said it was best to humor them. Presley isn’t a fool. She asked me last weekend to make sure she has her hair done and is dressed nice when she gets ambushed.
Still, I know I can’t tell them that. “It’ll be no problem. I’ll make sure Presley is completely in the dark.”
