Page 92 of Say You Want Me
He lifts my head. “Before we lost Faith and you got that machine at the bakery, I kept thinkin’ how you were leaving anyway. I didn’t understand why you’d want that. You kept talking about needin’ to go back.” He shakes his head and drops his hand. “I kept waiting for you to tell me you wanted to stay.”
“I asked you.” I push back. “I asked you to talk to me, but you kept ignoring me and saying it was nothing. It’s late, Wyatt. I’m tired and I’ve had a horrible day.”
He glances around the apartment, seeing it’s a complete pigsty. The look changes in his eyes. “You had company?”
I look at Nate’s beer, which is still sitting next to my wine glass. “Yes.” I know this is going to piss him off, but at the same time, it’s not my problem. There would’ve never been a visit with Nate had Wyatt not sent me away. Maybe he should think about that. “Does that matter?”
He draws a few breaths before walking forward, grabbing me by the hips, and yanking me to his body. “It matters. Don’t think for one minute that I haven’t been breaking apart since you left. I’ve thought about you every second of every day.” He grips me tighter. “You’re my home. I’m not going anywhere until you’re back where you belong. I don’t give a shit if there’s another man, because I’ll win you back. I’ll show you that I’m serious. I’ll make you love me again.”
Wyatt’s lips are against mine in an instant. He kisses me hard, commanding, and completely by surprise. I don’t have time to react before he pulls back. There are no words in my head. I’m a statue in front of him.
Then, he gives me a much sweeter peck before walking out the door.
Well, that didn’t go how I thought.
“Good morning, baby.” Wyatt leans against the wall outside my door.
I almost drop my purse as he scares the shit out of me. “What are you doing here?” I hoist my bag over my shoulder.
“Bringing you coffee.” He extends the cup of Starbucks. I don’t have to taste it to know it’s the drink I love. I wonder if it’ll be all that I remember now that he’s touched it. As soon as that thought tumbles through my mind, I want to slap myself. I will not go there. “You look beautiful.”
My hand extends as he hands me the cup of goodness. His fingers brush against mine, and I have to restrain myself from shivering.
Damn him.
Wyatt stands there in his signature jeans and Henley with the sleeves rolled. There’s something insanely sexy about forearms, especially his. The things that stand out the most are his ridiculous belt buckle and cowboy hat. In Tennessee I get it, here . . . no.
“You should go home.”
“I already told you.” He grips my elbow and kisses my cheek. “My home is where you are.”
“Wyatt, just go back. I know you’re sorry. I’m sure you regret whatever, but it’s over. You can’t come here after almost three weeks and think I’m going to run back to Bell Buckle with you.” I cross my arms and stand my ground. If he did it once, there’s nothing to say he won’t do it again. I’m not going to be an idiot—again.
“I live here.”
“Whatever.”
I start down the hall. I have to get to the bakery. There’s still a ton of stuff I’ve missed and need to get caught up on. There’s also a press opportunity with the Eagles that I want to explore. If I can get my feet wet again, I know I’ll be able to have some breathing room.
He walks behind me, but I ignore him. He gets on the elevator, and I still ignore him. Then he walks down the street, and I find it insanely difficult to keep ignoring him, but I manage. However, when he gets in my cab—I lose it.
“Stop! What are you doing?” I yell.
“I’m spending the day with you.”
He is crazy. “Did Presley put you up to this? Is this some sort of hazing that you do in the South when you dump someone?”
Wyatt laughs and throws his arm around the back of my seat. “Baby, I’m here for you. I plan to show you how much you mean to me.”
I groan. “You’ll be gone in a week. This city will eat you alive.”
He shrugs. “Maybe, but it’ll be pretty hard since I signed a lease two days ago for the apartment next to yours.”
My eyes widen, and my heart races. “You didwhat?” I screech.
“I sublet, or whatever they call it here, the apartment next to yours. I’m livin’ here now. Know anyone who could use a rancher? I’ll probably need to get a job at some point.”
“Wyatt!” I gasp. “You can’t move here! Do you see any freaking horses or cows? No! What the hell are you going to do?”
