Page 144 of Tempting Wyatt
I text Willow and Laurel and we decide to tell Sutton and Isaac the news over dinner.
And then I wait. Hoping Wyatt will understand and won’t hate me forever.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
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“YOU OWE ME A THANK-YOU,” Isaac greets me when I’m halfway down the fence line beside the bull pasture.
I didn’t even hear him drive up.
I stand and wipe the sweat from my eyes and forehead.
I’ve repaired nearly every broken thing on this damn ranch today.
Except me.
“For?”
He smirks at me, the glaring sunset blinding behind him. “For convincing Mom to cut Ivy’s goodbye dinner with the family short tonight, even though it’s her last night in town.”
I return to driving the fence post in the ground. Focus on the burn in my back and shoulders. Block out everything else.
Ivy would make a joke right now.Oh, look, it’s Return of the Robot Rancher, part two.
I hate that she’s the voice in my head now. I’d take Isaac’s asshole voice back any day.
Because even in my mind, hearing her voice fucking destroys me.
I don’t know how she worked her way so deep under my skin, but she did.
“Speaking of,” he breaks in, “shouldn’t you be soaking up all the time you can with your pretty city girl before she leaves? Get a hand to do this shit.”
“I got it,” is all I say. That's all I have the patience to say.
My teeth clench as I lift the post driver over the top of the next post and drive it down with every bit of force I’m capable of.
Isaac watches me, then whistles low. “You even dig a little first? Or you just ramrodding them in there, brother?”
“You want to do it?” Sweat stings my eyes, but I don’t bother wiping it. Just let the shit burn. It’s the least of my problems.
I slam another post into the ground. Thank fuck there’s at least forty more to do.
Isaac makes a sound of understanding in his throat. “Starting to see why you don’t date much. Poor girls.”
I don’t have the time or tolerance for his shit today. I stop, still gripping the driver, and glare at him.
“What do you want, Isaac? Make it quick. I’ve got shit to do.”
He snorts. “If you’re this fucked up over her leaving, maybe ask her to stay. That’s all I’m saying.”
Shows what he knows.
“Really? The fucking poster boy for easy come, easy go is telling me to ask a woman I barely know to stay?” I move a few feet over and place another post.
He moves with me.
Jesus. Of all days for my brother to feel like chatting.
