Page 99 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

“No promises,” he answered stubbornly. “If you’re ever in danger, I’m right there with you.”

“Why do you have to be so damn bullheaded?” I asked.

“I thought you liked my cantankerous personality,” he teased as he pulled my head against his shoulder gently, making sure he didn’t touch my torso or my ribs.

“I do,” I muttered reluctantly. “Most of the time. But that was before I knew you were still doing badass things like you did in special forces, although I’m glad that you’re usually just monitoring and running operations remotely now.”

He caressed my hair soothingly as he said, “I was Delta Force. I guess I forgot to tell you that. Brock was one of my team members. I was the team leader.”

Delta Force?

“Aren’t those super-secret groups that nobody knows much about?”

I’d heard of Delta Force through books and social media, and I was also aware the public never saw their faces.

“Yes. I was an Army Ranger first, and then I went to Delta Force. Our identities were kept anonymous, and our missions were shrouded in secrecy. We had a code of silence, and we honored it. You’re never going to see a real Delta operator out in public taking credit for any mission. Most of the former members aren’t even going to admit they were Delta to anyone who doesn’t need to know.”

“So you never got credit for any of the dangerous things you did?” I questioned curiously.

“We didn’t need credit for them,” Wyatt said, his tone sincere. “That wasn’t why any of us were there.”

“I’m glad you told me,” I said with a sigh.

He kissed the top of my head carefully before he replied, “I think you needed to know. No more secrets. I’m so damn sorry if I hurt you with my stupid comment that night. I shouldn’t have expected blind trust when I’d done nothing to deserve it. I should have told you about Last Hope before that situation came up.”

“I trusted you,” I confessed. “I think it was a ghost from my past that crept into our relationship. I shouldn’t have asked for reassurance about that.”

“If you need it, ask,” Wyatt instructed. “You’ll never get that reaction again. There isn’t now and there won’t be another woman in my life, Shelby. The only woman I even see is you, and I think you’re probably the only female who would put up with my unromantic, sorry ass.”

My heart somersaulted with happiness. “That comment was incredibly romantic. Well, not the one about me putting up with your unromantic ass. The one about me being the only woman you see,” I teased. “You do and say a lot of romantic things, Wyatt Durand, and I don’t always need the words. Your actions tell me everything. God, what woman could have a badass who would risk his own life for hers and not know that he cares?”

“A completely selfish act,” he said lightly. “My life would suck without you, and I doubt very much whether anyone else would have me.”

I snorted. “Only every other single woman on the planet if they knew what an incredible guy you are.”

“There’s a problem with that, beautiful,” he drawled. “None of those women are you.”

I let out another long sigh.

For a guy who claimed to be unromantic, he said some things that made my damn heart melt into a puddle.

Maybe Wyatt was a grumpy enigma to most people, but I knew the heart that laid under that broad chest of his, and it was beautiful.

He wasn’t awordsguy; he was a man of action.

He’d reinforced that opinion by running into a dangerous situation to rescue me without a damn thought for his own safety.

He could be hurt, and I had hurt him when I’d questioned his feelings for me and his loyalty to our relationship.

I didn’t need reassurance anymore.

I just needed…him.

I started to turn my body instinctively so I could kiss him, and then moaned.

Dammit!

I was so twitterpated that I’d forgotten about my stupid injuries.

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