Page 77 of Tempting Wyatt
I drive away from the equestrian center realizing that with each member of the Logan family I get to know, I’m giving myself one more person to miss.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ivy
AFTER MY WEEK OF WORKING AS a ranch hand, I’m excited to do something that involves dressing up—or really anything that doesn’t involve mucking stalls.
Though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed that Wyatt wasn’t coming tonight.
Isaac said “a few friends” were going to see a band full of guys they knew from high school.
From my suitcase, I pull out a short black lacy dress. I never hung it up because I didn’t expect to need it. I only packed it because I grabbed my things in a hurry. If I pair it with the cowboy boots Wyatt bought me and my leather jacket, it might pass for acceptable honky tonk attire.
Once I’ve showered the day off, shaved, and wrangled my curls the best I can, I slip on the dress with the boots and am pleasantly surprised that I’m pulling off the look.
It feels nice to get dressed up. But it would feel a lot nicer if Wyatt was coming tonight—in every sense of the word. My mind drifts to memories of his hand between my thighs, his lips on mine, and I nearly have a heart attack when there’s a knock at the door.
I compose myself and open it, hoping Wyatt has changed his mind. But Isaac is alone when I step onto the porch.
He gives me a low wolf whistle of approval. “Ready?”
“Just need to grab my purse.” I turn and grab it from the end table quickly, then re-join him outside.
“You sure do clean up nice,” he says with a grin.
“You too,” I offer before gesturing down at my outfit. “You sure this is okay? I didn’t want to look like a tourist, but now I’m feeling weird about the boots. Maybe I should just change into my wedges.”
I turn to go back into the cabin, but he tugs me toward him by my elbow.
“Come on, darlin’. No time for all that. Place will be packed as it is. We gotta hit the road.”
He helps me into his truck and heads down a path I’m not familiar with.
I glance around, trying to figure out why I’ve never gone this way before. “What road are we on?”
Isaac appears confused. “Uh, the only road that leads to the main one from the cabins.”
“I thought there wasn’t a road to the cabins? That’s why Wyatt always takes me down on the ATV thingy.”
Isaac snorts out something like a laugh. “Uh, I think he just likes having you wrapped around him.”
My heartbeat speeds in my chest. We hit a rut, and the truck jolts my entire body.
“Truthfully, this road might damage that fancy car of yours.”
My heartbeat slows a bit.
I hope Isaac doesn’t notice the dejected look on my face. But the next words out of his mouth cause me to suspect that he does.
“Funny thing about that actually. I’ve been wonderingwhy my brother, who hates the four-wheelers, didn’t drive you down on one of the UTVs, like I did. But it’s a side-by-side, not as cozy of a ride.”
As in I’d be sitting beside Wyatt, not behind him. My body wouldn’t be spread and pressed against his muscular back.
Before I can ask any follow-up questions, he smirks in my direction.
“I’ve also been wondering why my typically grumpy-as-fuck brother has been smiling so much lately. And recently I caught him whistling. I haven’t heard him whistle in years. But since you arrived, seems he’s whistling while he works, like he’s auditioning to become one of Snow White’s diamond-mining dwarves.”
I contemplate what Isaac is hinting at and the many complexities of Wyatt Logan.
