Page 69 of Tempting Wyatt
Sutton’s lower lip trembles, and her voice is faint. “I’m sorry.”
My heart breaks for her, then races when his disappointed gaze falls on me.
“Wyatt,” I begin softly.
“Get in the truck.” He turns his back to me as Sutton walks to the passenger side.
“Hey.” I reach out and place a hand on his arm.He freezes where he stands. “It’s my fault. I wrecked it. I’ll pay to have it fixed.”
His eyes shimmer with anger when he whips his head around to glare at me. “We don’t need your money.” His jaw tics. “What are you doing out here, joyriding around in the middle of the night, with my sister anyway? This is what came up tonight? Really?”
His accusatory tone makes it sound like I lured her out here for a drug deal.
I drop my hand and back up a step. “Okay, first of all, take a breath and calm yourself. I’ll wait.”
I stare up at him, but he just shakes his head.
“Get in the goddamn truck, Ivy. I’m exhausted and not in the mood for this shit tonight.”
This man. Why does every step forward have to lead to ten steps backward?
“I understand you’re upset. And I’m sorry we woke you. But the rudeness is excessive.” I stay put, folding my arms over my chest, because as sorry as I am for what happened and for putting him out in the middle of the night, it was an accident, and I’m not going to get in a vehicle with someone speaking to me this way.
“I’ll show you excessive rudeness, Hollywood.”
He bends so abruptly that the movement causes me to stumble backward. But I don’t fall because his arms wrap around the back of my legs, and he tosses me over his shoulder like I’m a sack of potatoes.
“Wyatt Logan! Put me down right now,” I sneer through clenched teeth. Not that he cares and not that my demandscarry much weight while I’m upside down. “Are you insane?”
Sutton left the passenger door open when she got in the truck, so he tosses me inside beside her. Her wide eyes meet mine.
“Feels like I’m pretty fucking close to insane, yeah,” he snaps, then adds, “Funny, my psychosis started right around the time you arrived,” before slamming the door in my outraged face.
Sutton and I both flinch at the sound.
I inhale deeply as Wyatt slides into the driver’s seat.
God, he smells good.
The ass.
“In the future, do not get into a vehicle with a man being an asshole to you,” I tell Sutton, glaring around her at her brother. “And if they manhandle you like that, kick them in the junk.”
He turns in my direction with an arched brow. “In the future, do not go gallivanting around in the middle of the night with lunatics that—” He stops mid-sentence and inhales deeply, then glares at me again. “Have you two been drinking?”
Sutton chooses this inopportune moment to hiccup at the same time I mumble, “Who says gallivanting?”
His eyes narrow even further, burning me with the fire of a thousand suns. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You know she’s underage, right?”
I glare right back at him with the force of all the frustration he causes me. “Yes, Officer, I’m aware. I haven’t been drinking, and I didn’t supply the alcohol, you presumptuous ass.”
“Using your big words tonight, I see.”
“Well, someone had to topgallivanting,” I mutter.
Sutton sighs sleepily, hiccups once more, and rests her head on my shoulder. “I hate when Mom and Dad fight. You two should kiss and make up.”
With that, she promptly dozes off, leaving Wyatt and me alone in awkward silence for the rest of the ride.
