Page 61 of Wild Eyes
A throat clears again, and we both turn to see Bree staring daggers at us. Skylar jumps away from me and begins nervously smoothing her hands over her clothes. She clearly thinks there’s something going on between Bree and me.
“Excuse me,friends.Just going to grab some Shreddies if you’re done here.”
Skylar winces before peeking back over her shoulder and abruptly steering her cart around the protruding end of mine.
She can’t get away fast enough, and a part of me doesn’t blame her.
I told her my life wasn’t cut out for anything serious, and I meant it when I said it.
But for once, I find myself thinking something serious might not be so bad.
Skylar looks shocked when she swings the door open and finds me standing on the front landing of the bunkhouse, holding a pan of lasagna.
“I made this, and if you make me eat it alone, it will be tragic and possibly the lowest point of my life.”
She doesn’t open the door any wider, but she curves one brow at me. I haven’t seen her since the grocery store yesterday, but I heard her tiptoe into the house last night.
“The very lowest?”
I nod solemnly. “The very lowest. I will eat the entire thing and have a shame spiral because my metabolism isn’t what it used to be. It will go straight to my thighs, and we both know how much you like those. You’d be saving me from myself.”
Now she scoffs. “Yeah, your metabolism seems like it’s a huge problem.”
“You’re still thinking about me with my shirt off, aren’t you? Regretting not taking a photo?”
“You’re a shameless flirt, Weston Belmont.”
I grin and hit her with a cocky wink. “Thank you.”
Then we both get caught for a moment, staring at each other. And for one heartbeat, I’m back on that road with her body beneath me. I’m on a dark path behind the barn with her lips pressed to mine. I’m in a grocery store aisle, staring at her like nothing else exists.
I’ve always thought Skylar Stone was stunning. But Skylar Stone who lives next door is downright captivating. I feel like a child constantly caught gawking.
I want to talk to her.
I want to get to know her.
I want to eat with her.
From behind Skylar, Cherry coos, “Go away!” but we both ignore her.
It seems insane. I’m a grown-ass man. We’ve known each other for less than a week, yet I’m completely sucked into her orbit. And it’s not just a physical attraction; it’s not just a celebrity obsession… I—it feels like so much more.
I’m like a lost little boy. A fish out of water. So I settled on homemade lasagna to get her attention.
“I don’t get the sense that Bree would love the idea of us sharing lasagna.”
I glance down at the pan in my hand and let out a low whistle. “Itisa pretty sexy lasagna.”
A laugh lurches from her throat. “West, I’m serious.”
“So am I. And I don’t give a shit if she likes it or not.”
Her nose wiggles as she mulls my response over in her head. Still not opening the door any wider. “I don’t want to be thatgirl.”
“What girl?”
“The one who causes issues in another relationship.”
