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He gives a quiet chuckle. “Why don’t you guess?”

“Hmm,” I think carefully, drawing together what I know about him, what he’s passionate about. “Helping people, that’s a definite. Not a doctor though.”

“Why not a doctor? You think I’m not smart enough?”

“I’m rolling my eyes, just so you know. It’s dark and I don’t want you to miss that.”

I can almost feel his grin. “Fine, you’re right. Not a doctor, although that is something I considered.”

That doesn’t surprise me. “I think…a lawyer. That’s what you want to be.”

“What makes you think that?”

“You like to help people, but you also feel trapped.” Here, with the storm raging around us, it feels like the time to be honest. Not about everything, but some things. “You want to help people who are in the position you’re in. Family law, if I were to guess.”

Wyatt is silent. His body vibrates against mine, but I know it’s not the storm that’s got him worked up now.

“You know, you could always stay with me?—”

“No,” Wyatt cuts me off gruffly. “I won’t leave Jackson. Not until I’m at college, then I can send him money.”

I have more than enough money to help his whole family, but he won’t take it. I know because I’ve offered it before.

I bite my lip before suggesting something I’ve been thinking about for a while. “What about asking The Firm?”

“Oh, come on,” Wyatt groans. “Don’t tell me you believe that bullshit fairy tale. A group of people making wishes come true for a price? Please.”

Privately, I agree with him, but right now, I’d take a fairy tale if it made Wyatt’s life easier to bear. “Could be worth asking.”

“Nah, I’m not that desperate. Besides, what if theydoexist, and then they ask me to smuggle drugs up my butthole or some shit?”

I snort. “Yeah, putting stuff up the ass is more my department than yours.”

There’s a long silence. When Wyatt speaks, there’s a rasp in his voice. “Ah, I didn’t realize you did that.”

Did what?I replay my words and groan inwardly. Great. If the floor could open up and swallow me now, that’d be great. “Technically I haven’t done anything yet.”

“You haven’t?”

“Nope,” my lips pop on the P. “Haven’t had the opportunity.”

That’s not strictly true. But it’s hard to fool around with other people when my dick and my heart are both clinging to a foolish fantasy about Wyatt.

“Huh. But you know that’s…what you like?”

I rake my hands over my face, so fucking grateful for the darkness that’s hiding my blush. “Yep.”

“How?”

I laugh hollowly. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that?Oh, because I have these dreams where you’re above me and…

No. I can’t tell him that.

“I just do,” I say finally.

“Huh,” he repeats vaguely. “Interesting.”

I highly doubt that’s true. Needing to change the subject, I take us back to before. “Anyway, I have another theory as to why you want to be a lawyer.”

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