Page 63 of Concealed

My heart does a cartwheel at the prospect of dating Wyatt because the man is divine. But his job is a roadblock that isn’t going away, and I’m not sure that I can take my boyfriend always putting me and our life together on the back burner.

It was a gift when Matt left the house, but I’m miserable without Wyatt.

But I also couldn’t take Wyatt having a girlfriend who isn’t me.

The unique blend of pine, cinnamon, andmanis irresistible, and I can’t resist nuzzling into the solid wall of his chest.

“Can we… Maybe somehow mix all of the above? And just see where things go?”

“Definitely,” he returns, “And it should be totally obvious, but I want to say it anyway. I won’t be seeing anyone else while we’re… ‘all of the aboving,’ okay?”

A giggle that is more a snort escapes, and I’m clearly the queen of glam. “And considering I’m essentially a recluse, you don’t have to worry about me dating anyone else.”

Wyatt quirks an eyebrow. “I know all about those dating apps. You can order up partners like a pizza and just have them come over and knock on the door.”

“I’d rather have the pizza unless the man is you. But still bring pizza.”

Wyatt chuckles. “I’m pretty sure that I’m flattered. Pizza is an epic comparison.”

“I really like you. I don’t want to hold your job against you,” I whisper.

“So don’t.”

Simple.

Wyatt is a solutions guy, and he just gave me the perfect one: don’t.

But that’s easier said than done after everything I went through with Matt.

“Things are always wild in my line of work,” Wyatt acknowledges, busying himself with moving his hands all over my body. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll never have proper days off. The task force won’t last forever, and I won’t always be trying to prove myself and doing double duty. We’ll find time to hang out. I really like you, too, and need my uninterrupted Rebecca time.”

If this conversation is some kind of convoluted way of asking me to be his girlfriend, he’s going to have to be a whole lot clearer.

My heart would attempt to scream yes while my brain would try to shut my body down so it couldn’t.

“Let’s go explore,” Wyatt suggests. “You’ve got me whenever you want me, and you’ll let me know when you come to your senses and are ready to profess your undying adoration. Case closed. I wish they were all that easy.”

I try to hide my smile in his chest, but he tilts my chin up and kisses my forehead in a sweetly tender gesture.

“Are we walking or driving?” I ask.

It’s a lot easier than trying to talk about the mess of “us.” There are no easy answers, so we just need to keep moving toward a still unknown destination.

“Driving. I want to show you something.”

He leads the way to his truck, and I’m secretly glad that we aren’t taking my car because it’s familiar to Matt. I need to get new plates and register my new address, but that would be a huge, blinking neon sign that a man with Matt’s resources could easily access.

If he’s still looking.

He hasn’t emailed me, which is the only contact information I haven’t changed, and it’s been oddly quiet. If I was expecting rage, he isn’t showing it through a paper trail. Maybe he was done with me and wants to move on to one of the women he was cheating on me with.

But now I’m safely buckled into Wyatt’s truck with his big hand resting on my knee, the setting sun on my face, and the wind blowing through my hair.

And I don’t care about Matt or what he’s doing, at least for now.

When Wyatt clicks the radio on, I’m instantly reminded of my mistake with Alex. I should tell him. But nothing can be done about it anyway, so there’s no point spoiling our time together, especially when I don’t know when we’ll get our next chance to hang out.

It can wait for later.

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