Page 53 of Love on the Line

She huffed into the phone. “I don’t appreciate the inquisition. I didn’t have to tell you any of this.”

“Oh, so now we’re going to start lying to each other?” Heat flared through Wyatt’s body. “This whole thing spun out of control, and don’t tell me it was nothing.”

She didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. After a sniffle, she said, “I think we should reconsider this weekend. I don’t want to spend it with someone who doesn’t trust me.”

Shit. It wasn’t her he didn’t trust. “Look, it’s not—”

“I have to go. Goodbye.” The line went dead.

What the hell? Wyatt blew out a long breath. Yeah, he was jealous, but damn it she’d been so defensive. Devon didn’t know the waitress would bring wine. Devon was too polite to hurt the owner’s feelings and asked her to please share the cake. Devon was happy to meet back at the hospital next week. Yes, he sounded like the perfect gentleman.

Then why did it feel like the perfect storm?

Wyatt shook his head. From that sniffle and the way her voice broke, she might be crying. His heart pinched in his chest. Anne may not have handled the situation the way he’d liked, but one of the things he loved about her was her concern for others. Maybe he’d been too hard on her. Jesus, this relationship shit was complicated.

Only one thing to do. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed to her apartment.

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