Page 68 of Say You Want Me
Wyatt’s eyes shift back to mine. “Not at all. I give multiples.”
“Oh, please!” I laugh. “I’ve had better.”
“I heard you and Presley talking.” He clues me in. Wyatt’s voice shifts to try to mimic mine. “Oh, Presley. You don’t even know. Wyatt is so good in bed, I about died. He’s the best I’ve ever had.”
My eyes roll so hard I’m surprised they’re still in my head. “Idiot.”
I lean back, look out at the road, and try not to smile. He’s so stupid, but I know that I love him. I need to tell him and then get him to work through this.
“So you really like the name Faith?” Wyatt asks.
“Yup.”
“What about Isabelle? We could call her Belle,” he suggests.
I shrug. “The boys will still call her Belle and make fun of it.”
“Then I’ll make sure Zach and I mess with them until they stop.”
While that sounds fun, I’d rather not give her any chances of being picked on. I went to school hearing all kinds of fun crap about my name. Angelina doesn’t sound like a name that’s easy to twist into a joke, but boys will find anything.
“I’d rather not have them start off already making fun of their cousin.”
He nods. “Crickett?”
“Like a bug?”
Wyatt chuckles. “Okay, I like the name Emma.”
Hmm. I like that. It’s really popular, and Emma Hennington sounds pretty. Maybe I can keep it as a middle name. I still can’t seem to get my head to stop thinking of Faith, it’s as if it has been her name for as long as I’ve known about her.
“What was your comment about before?” I ask.
“What comment?”
He’s playing dumb, which he sucks at. “The one about Belle.”
“Just that what does it matter if Belle is her name?”
“Well, we live in Bell Buckle.” I shrug.
“No.” He looks over. “I live in Bell Buckle.”
Okay? I don’t know where he’s going with that, considering I was hopingwewere going to live here. Maybe I really did misread everything.
“What the hell does that—” My words catch in my throat, and then I’m screaming, “Wyatt! Look out!”
“Shit!” He screams as he sees it too.
A massive buck is rushing from the woods and straight to the car. It’s going to hit my door.
“Fuck!” He yells.
Wyatt slams on the brakes, and his hand shoots out in front of me. I’m already flying forward.
My seat belt stops me, but the pain is instant across my lap.
I scream, trying to cover my stomach as everything slows to a crawl around me.
