Page 101 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

Wyatt

“This place is absolutely amazing,” Shelby commented with awe in her tone. “It’s obvious now how you can manage to run complex operations from here. It really is high-tech.”

I’d spent the last hour showing Shelby around our Last Hope headquarters.

She’d wanted to get out of the house after spending over a month recovering from her ordeal.

She looked beautiful in a white sundress that was splashed with a dark navy, floral pattern. It had a halter top, which worked because it was an unusually warm, early fall day, and the hem ended right above her knee. It was modest compared to some other warm weather dresses, but it didn’t matter. My cock had gone harder than a rock just from looking at her in that damn dress.

Hell, lately, my dick got hard when Shelby was around for no apparent reason, too.

It had taken three weeks for her bruises to fade, and I’d been there to watch as they changed color every damn week.

She might be pain free now, but it had killed me to watch her slow, painful movements as she was healing.

The only thing that was still visible was a healed cut on her cheek that had needed a few sutures, and it was a reminder of everything she’d been through every time I saw it.

Mentally, Shelby was strong. She’d started intensive counseling almost immediately. The trauma counselor had come to the house nearly every day for a few weeks, but the psychologist had slowly cut back on those sessions. She’d said that Shelby was adjusting to what happened to her just fine.

Taylor, Harlow, Tori, and Savannah had been a big support to Shelby, which was something I was grateful for, and it had seemed to draw the women even closer together now because Shelby knew everything.

I’d been pissed when the counselor had told Shelby she should be fine going back to work, but my woman had gotten in my face at that point and insisted shecouldwork.

She’d also been adamant about the fact that she was fine being home alone, and she’d practically kicked me out of the house to go back to my offices.

Okay, maybe I’d been atiny bitoverprotective, but I couldn’t fucking help it.

All I could think about every time I saw her was the fact that she’d nearly died.

We ended our headquarters tour in the meeting room, where I’d motioned for her to have a seat.

She sent me a questioning glance, but she sat as she said, “Wyatt, I’m completely healed. You don’t have to baby me anymore. I’m not exactly a fragile flower. I’ve been back in the kitchen for a while now. I am capable of standing for hours at a time.”

“It’s probably better if you don’t remind me that you’re working,” I grumbled, wishing she’d given herself more time to heal.

“I think if you had your way, I’d end up locked inside the house forever sitting on the couch doing crossword puzzles or something,” she teased.

“Don’t think I haven’t thought about that,” I said unhappily.

The only thing I could think about was ways to protect her right now and make sure she never knew another moment of pain or fear. I’d seen enough of that while she was recovering, and I’d hated every moment of it.

“I suck at crossword puzzles,” she said with a happy laugh.

“Knitting?” I suggested hopefully.

“Nope,” she quipped. “Aunt Millie tried to teach me, and I’m hopeless at it. You’re going to have to deal with the fact that I like to be outside and a little more active.”

Yeah, well, my rational mind understood that I couldn’t keep her in a protective bubble forever, but my primitive instincts said something entirely different.

“Shit!” a male voice sounded from the doorway. “I thought you two were already gone. I’ll come back.”

I turned to see Marshall standing at the entrance to the meeting room.

I’d known that he was up in his office, even if it was a Saturday. The guy never seemed to take a day off when it came to Last Hope business. But his office door had been closed, which meant he was working on something and he didn’t want to be disturbed.

“Wait!” Shelby insisted, which made Marshall halt his hasty retreat. “Are you Marshall?”

The older man nodded. “I’m assuming you’re Shelby.”

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