Page 93 of Say You Want Me
This is crazy—completely, certifiably insane. I can’t believe he moved here. Once again, he’s shocked me.
“I’ll be fine for a year or so, but after that, I’ll need a job. I’ve been told I make a pretty mean cappuccino.” He smirks. “If not, I’m sure I’ll figure something out. I will warn you that I plan to see a lot of you.”
“You—” I stop. “I can’t . . . you . . .” My hands cover my face. “Why would you move here?”
He leans back and tosses his leg over his knee. “To win you back.”
I sigh and shake my head. “You can’t win me back.”
“I will.”
“You won’t.” I deadpan.
Wyatt leans close and brushes his finger down my cheek. “But I will.”
EVERY MORNING STARTS THE SAME.Wyatt is outside my door with coffee and sometimes breakfast. He follows me to work, searches the newspaper for jobs, and then accompanies me back home. It’s absolutely maddening and utterly adorable. I was only able to ward him off for the first two days he followed me. The other two I’ve failed miserably.
But each day he’s back again.
I’m in the bakery, looking out the porthole door as he sits there. He signed a freaking lease. He moved all his shit here. I didn’t really believe him until he showed me his apartment. There it all was, our couch, his bed, the dressers, and everything we shared in Tennessee. He wasn’t joking.
What am I going to do about him?
It’s really hard when I still love him. That’s never changed. I just couldn’t stay there and be his punching bag. I don’t doubt that, in his twisted mind, he convinced himself that pushing me away was the right thing to do. But it wasn’t.
He didn’t understand what he was doing only caused me more anguish. It wasn’t what I wanted, and I think I was pretty damn clear when I told him otherwise.
“I made a new cupcake flavor,” Meghan, our baker, tells me.
“Great.” I keep my gaze on him. “I’m sure it’s delicious.”
“I could use another opinion. Do you think our new squatter will try?”
I twist to see if I heard her correctly and find her looking at Wyatt through the window. “No, he’s not really here.”
“Well, I see him, and the employees can’t help but to notice him.” Meghan looks to me and sighs. “He’s really hot, Ang.”
“And an idiot.”
“Most men are,” she retorts. “Well, I’m going to find out what he thinks. I’m sure he’s lonely sitting out there all day by himself.”
He’s not lonely. He has a constant flow of females attending to him, but he smiles politely and then looks for me. It’s frustrating the heck out of me. Once again, I’m falling victim to his charms.
Who can blame me? Coffee each morning, food, his attention, and the manmovedeverything he owned to a freaking apartment in Philadelphia that Iknowis not cheap.
“Is it a baker thing?” I wonder aloud. “Do you all meddle for a living?”
She laughs as she walks out the door.
Meghan heads over to Wyatt and sits beside him. She giggles, and he smiles as she hands him the cupcake. Of course she’s unable to resist him.
He’s not even close to the man I walked away from. The man sitting at that table is the Wyatt I fell in love with.
“You’re a fool,” Erin says from behind me. Why is everyone sneaking up on me today? Oh, yeah. It’s because I’m distracted by a cowboy I’m trying desperately to ignore, that’s why.
“Seems to be the consensus.”
“He doesn’t seem to be leaving any time soon.”
