Page 44 of Say You Want Me
We do and the reel gets harder and harder to turn. Wyatt starts to pull the rod with his arms wrapped around me.
The fish finally comes out of the water, and I gasp. “Ahh! Hi, fishy!” Wyatt brings him over in the boat. “Put it back!” I yell as the fish flops by our feet and all the blood drains from my face.
“Put it back?” Wyatt asks like I’m crazy.
“Yes!” I start gagging a little again. “I’m going to puke!”
He moves around and does something, but I can’t watch. Just seeing it was enough to make my stomach roll. I lean my head back over the side of the boat. I may not have any kind of morning sickness, but clearly I can’t handle the idea of fish.
I hear a splash in the water, and I look over. The fish is gone. Thank God. I right myself as Wyatt moves back over to me.
“Clearly fishing isn’t your thing,” he says while wrapping his arms around my chest.
“I tried.”
He kisses the side of my head. “You did. And that was your line.”
“It was?” I perk up a little.
Wyatt moves his lips to my shoulders. “I think you’ve caught more than one fish today.”
“Yeah?” I ask, moving my head so we’re now face to face. “There were two on that line?” I swear I only saw one.
“No, baby. I think you hooked something else.”
Okay, fishing may suck, but fishing with Wyatt is pretty kick ass. And I don’t think I’m the only one who caught something today.
“AND THEN WHAT?” PRESLEY PRACTICALLYbounces in her seat as I relay what happened the other night at the bakery. “Did you guys . . .” She puts the cup of coffee to her lips, and her eyes bug out.
“No. We didn’t.” I laugh.
Sometimes I forget how innocent Presley has always been. While I was screaming at parties, dancing on bars, and doing a lot of very unladylike things in bathrooms, Presley was studying. She was never adventurous, but she balanced me. I pulled her out of her small-town world, and she made sure I didn’t end up knocked up.
Lot of good that did.
“Because you guys might, what? Get pregnant?” She scoffs, clearly disappointed that we didn’t.
“No, my dear friend.” I roll my eyes. “It wasn’t about that. It was about us and pushing a little more.”
“I’m sure it was.”
I think about how great he was. I always knew he was a good guy. Presley always spoke about him in the highest regard. Plus, I’ve seen him with the boys. Men don’t spend time with other people’s kids if they’re douchebags. I didn’t know he was this fantastic.
“This is going to sound ridiculous, but . . .” I can’t even believe I’m going to ask this. “Why the hell did you not date him?”
Pres snorts and purses her lips. “Wyatt and I have known each other since birth. I don’t remember a time in my childhood without him. But even back then, Zach was all I saw. Wyatt was my best friend, but I never looked at him like that. Besides, he didn’t show interest in me until his brother and I were together.” She laughs. “It was like the kid who didn’t get the shiny toy. That was when Wyatt suddenly liked me or whatever. But honestly, I could never see him that way. His friendship meant way too much to me. It’s not because there was anything wrong with him. I would’ve been lucky to love Wyatt. He’s the most selfless person I know.”
She makes sense. I’ve never had a man I loved like that or a friend I wouldn’t risk screwing. “I understand. I think.”
“Let me put it this way.” Presley shifts in her seat. “If there were no Zachary, I would’ve married Wyatt before he could’ve changed his mind. He’s the guy you marry, Ang. He’s the guy you build your whole life around. He’s the guy you move for.”
Her eyes grow serious at the last sentence. I know she’s saying that I would be an idiot to walk away from him. She won’t say that, though. She knows I need to come to this on my own terms and I can’t be forced or feel as if there’s no other choice. There’s always a choice. I just hope I don’t fuck it up.
“I hear you, Pres. I hear what you’re saying.”
So,” she draws out the word. “Tell me where you’re going on your date with Wyatt next week.”
I wish I knew. He won’t say a word. The man likes his surprises.
