Page 32 of Falling for the Wife

I loudly sighed when there was a quick knock and Reina entered the bedroom, brightly greeting me before she carefully placed the tray on the bed.

“Thank you, Reina,” I murmured then watched her smile and exit the room.

Back when we were fifteen, Blair had warned Vivienne and me not to mind her brothers. Wyatt had already tried to openly pursue me. Back then, when Blair asked if I liked her brother, I adamantly denied it. Wyatt was good looking, but Jared was the center of my universe. In my mind, no man compared.

Even still, after I had repeatedly turned him down, Wyatt hadn’t given up. It had been three years. Would it tick Blair off if I saw her brother differently this time?

Maybe I could wait to answer that question after I went on another date with him. Yeah, that seemed like a good idea.

Me:When do you have in mind?

Message sent.

My phone beeped with his reply.

Wyatt:Whenever it’s convenient for you. Name the day. I’m at your disposal.

I grinned like an idiot.

Me:At my disposal? Sounds like a sexual proposition.

Wyatt:I promised to be a gentleman, but I’m more than pleased to drop the pretense…playing the good guy truly is boring.

Wyatt was all bad. He was only twenty-three, but the man had already garnered a notorious reputation. Some even said he’d turn out like his father. Hopefully, he wouldn’t go that far. Hank Rinaldi was…well, a known philanderer all throughout his marriage.

I had to take all those into account, but I decided I would make a decision after my second date with him. It’d be detrimental if I wanted to pursue this route with him.

Me:Friday night. Pick me up at seven.

Wyatt:A.m. or p.m.? Say a.m. please.

Me:Seven in the evening. Don’t be late.

Wyatt:Never with you, beautiful.

Me:Until then.

Wyatt:Until then…you’ll remain in my thoughts.

Wyatt…He sure wasn’t one to hold himself back. Nope, never him.

Me:You’re crazy.

Wyatt:Always been crazy about you. Everyone knows it, too.

Damn him, but I couldn’t stop beaming like an idiot.

Me:Blair’s going to kill me. We’re going on a friendly date…Nothing else is going on.

Wyatt:Like I said, I’m good playing pretend. I don’t mind playing that with you, either.

Me:Wyatt!!!

Wyatt:Yes, Gi?

Me:You’re hopeless. What am I going to do with you?

Wyatt:Don’t ask me…I can tell you countless things, but I doubt you’re ready for it.

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