Page 18 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

She already had a sweet temperament.

Her occasional stubbornness felt more like confusion and a lack of guidance to me.

“Are you all worn out?” I crooned to Xena as I continued to rub her belly, an act that appeared to be putting her to sleep.

I’d kept her frequent walks short since Frenchies didn’t have a high exercise tolerance, especially on a very warm day like today. But we’d played plenty inside in the air conditioning, and she had a ridiculous amount of toys.

I suspected that those toys hadn’t come with her from the center.

Wyatt had apparently tried to appease her by buying every toy in the pet store.

Xena also had a very large closet designated only to her doggie treats, medicines, and special items for her allergies.

For a guy who insisted that he resented Xena’s presence in his home, Wyatt didn’t seem to hesitate to give his small companion everything she could ever want or need.

I looked at the clock, knowing it was probably about time for me to leave.

I’d gotten a lot accomplished today.

Wyatt and I had agreed that I’d arrive at around ten in the morning so that Xena wouldn’t be alone for too long. He fed her and took her out before he left for work, and she’d been napping in her bed when I’d come in earlier.

I’d confirmed that I was willing to stay until around four-thirty or five when I didn’t have a catering job to do in the evening.

Apparently, Wyatt worked pretty late most of the time, so there was probably no chance we’d ever run into each other, which was fine with me.

Really, he was paying me an absolutely stupid amount of money to be here with Xena. I was pretty much doing my own work while I was here, and this sweet little dog was more of a bonus than a hindrance. I wouldn’t even need to take any more side gigs at the moment unless I really wanted to do the event.

The Frenchie needed some attention, but she also loved to nap. A lot. Which meant I had a lot of time to work on monetizing my blog.

I’d already uploaded my video for today, and I’d even had time to do a little work on the cookbook I was compiling.

Being here, in this amazing waterfront mansion, staring at the stunning views of the water, wasn’t exactly a hardship. I hadn’t gone upstairs because I had no reason to be there, but I was sure it was just as large and as beautiful as the main floor. And I was truly grateful to be working in a kitchen like Wyatt’s.

It still amazed me that the man never cooked, yet he had a chef’s kitchen with so many cooking accessories and high-tech gadgets available.

I closed my laptop and gathered the cord, moving away from Xena slowly so I didn’t disturb her sleep.

It was time for me to leave.

I still needed to stop downtown at The Friendly Kitchen to prep some meals for tomorrow.

The soup kitchen was small, probably smaller than the area needed to serve people who weren’t getting good meals on a daily basis. I wished I could do more there, but it felt good to be cooking for people who really appreciated the meals.

I put my computer on the kitchen counter and went to gather my purse and my keys from a table near the door.

I let out a squeak of surprise as Wyatt Durand suddenly came barreling through the front door.

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed as I put a hand against my pounding heart. “You scared me. I wasn’t expecting you to come home this early.”

“Everything okay?” he asked as our eyes met. “I wanted to see how your first day went with the psycho dog.”

Xena yipped in the living room, obviously awake and excited by the sound of Wyatt’s deep voice.

The dog came bouncing out of the living room and danced excitedly at Wyatt’s feet, whining like she hadn’t seen him in years.

I was shocked when Wyatt actually picked Xena up carefully and gave the dog the affection she wanted.

This man is such a fraud. There’s no way he doesn’t like this dog.

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