Page 28 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

“I was already…out,” Wyatt said carefully. “I had Xena with me. Tori told me what happened. I was close to your apartment. I didn’t want to take the time to drop Xena at home.”

Out?

Seriously?

What in the world had he been doing with his Frenchie in tow at this time of night?

Since Wyatt hadn’t elaborated, I forced myself not to ask that nosy question.

For some odd reason, I already sensed that I wouldn’t get a completely honest answer, and he didn’t owe me any kind of explanation.

Tori had told me that he didn’t have a serious relationship with anyone, but it was still possible that he’d been with someone nearby when Tori had told him what happened.

I reminded myself that Wyatt Durand’s sex life was none of my business.

He was getting me away from my apartment right now.

I felt a whole lot safer with him than I did at home.

At the moment, those were the only things that really mattered.

Wyatt

“What exactly did you do in the military?” Shelby asked curiously as she shifted to a different yoga position on the mat in my home gym.

When she’d asked if she could join me in the gym this afternoon while I did my daily run on the treadmill, I’d agreed because she said yoga helped her relax.

We’d both been exhausted by the time we’d turned in early this morning, so I’d slept later than usual, and then we’d taken care of some things that had to be done because of the break-in.

I’d told her that I was hitting my home gym because I’d missed my morning run outdoors. Running outside in the heat of the afternoon in the middle of the summer would be idiotic. She’d politely asked if she could come and do some yoga.

It had seemed like a harmless request at the time.

I’d had no real reason to refuse, other than the fact that I usually liked my solitude while I was running or working out.

I’d pushed my normal routine aside because Shelby did need to relax after what had happened the night before.

Saturday was usually an office day for me, but I’d blown that off, too.

Even though her basic demeanor was calm and collected now, I could still see a flicker of fear in her eyes when she was talking about the break-in.

Now, watching that curvy body bend like a pretzel into a new position, I wished to hell that I’d adamantly refused her request to come into the gym with me.

Fuck!It wasn’t like she was garbed to entice a man.

She was dressed like a sensible woman who just wanted to be comfortable in the gym.

Yoga pants.

An oversized T-shirt.

Hair in a ponytail.

No makeup in sight.

Doesn’t fucking matter.

I still wanted to nail her against the wall.

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