Page 76 of Win Some Love Some
“Nicky. I know. Are we agreed? You’ll take me to Julie’s wedding where you will be a polite escort and not want anything to happen between us.”
“I don’t want anything to happen between us!” he shouted.
“Understood. Now, if we’re done with this conversation, I need to get to work.”
I strode off, away from him, like a queen victorious in battle. I did not turn around to see if he was checking out my ass in my fancy jeans.
Because in my soul I knew he was.
This was going to be fun.
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Nick
“Iam fucked!”
“Calm down,” Wyatt said, as he stretched his arms across the back of the couch where he’d been sitting when I burst into his place – or rather his brother’s place.
Of all the places I could have gone, I had no idea why I’d come here. To Wyatt. Wyatt who got me into this mess.
Wyatt, who was also the only person I could talk to about Nora.
I paced between the floor to ceiling windows and the edge of the big harvest dining room table. Liam and his girlfriend bought the place, but hadn’t moved in because his season was in full swing. Wyatt was staying here while he scouted for property.
“This is your fault,” I told him, jabbing my grease-stained finger in his direction. I’d come here after I closed up the garage for the day. The conversation with Nora this morning, followed by her being in the office and - I swear to God – she was walking differently. More swish. You know?
“So you’ve said.”
He was sitting on the couch, barefoot, wearing sweats and a t-shirt. There was a book on the couch cushion next to him. He looked like the picture of relaxation. Retired at thirty-four was a hell of a thing.
“I mean it. All that crap about testing the waters. What the hell was I thinking?”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
“What are you talking about? Do you think I would behereif it had worked?”
Wyatt crossed his arms over his beefy chest and scowled at me. “You took her to the wedding and realized you had the hots for her. You’re both single, consenting adults. What’s the issue?”
“Hots? Did you literally just say hots? Are you twelve?”
I stomped back and forth like I was going to come out of my skin. I’d worked through every possible scenario in my mind to get out of going to this next wedding with Nora, but nothing stuck.
I couldn’t talk to Antony. Or Birdie. Or Roy. Dear God, if Roy knew what was going through my head. He’d already warned me.
“The issue is, her father will kill me.”
“Her father doesn’t need to know,” he said.
“You don’t understand!” I shouted. “I have known this woman, this girl, her whole life. Her family is my family. My family is her family.”
“Then I should meet her,” he said.
“What?”
“I’m family adjacent. If she’s your family, I should meet her.”
I stopped in my tracks, about to tell him what he could do with his adjacent family when his cell phone rang.
