After a few minutes, I could tell he felt like he should make conversation. Emma and his brother were dancing, and I watched between them moving on the dance floor and Wyatt’s fingers as he tapped to the song the band was playing. His hands looked like they had stains on them, a man who had clearly done manual labor. That was always a quality I liked on a man, unlike his brother. Can you imagine me asking before engaging with a man; can I see your hands?
“Do you live in Hilltop?” Wyatt started to make conversation and I responded casually. I certainly was not going to be rude, but I was not going to act overly talkative either.
“Yeah, I do. You?”
“Yes. Started at the Sheriff’s department about ten months ago.”
“That’s nice.” Then silence.
We both looked up and locked eyes. His green eyes mesmerized me and made me want to never look away. They looked like they had a story to tell, a story I wished I didn't have an interest in. A story I wouldn't let him know I was piqued by.
Something about him looked honest and endearing. I wished we had met before I had had my heart broken so terribly so I wouldn't be so guarded, even with just a simple conversation. I was negative and I hated that.
His dirty blond hair was a little longer on the top, and cut short around the back and sides. His sideburns were shaved neatly but his face showed the perfect five o’clock shadow. I made myself stop staring as Mr. Full of Himself strolled up with Emma and they took a seat. He moved a chair close to her so he could get sidle up to her. She handed me a water, followed by a beer, knowing which one I would take first.
That was nice of her. Other than the fact she abandoned me for a man. “Thank you.”
She nodded but didn't remove her eyes from Cash.
A couple of sips of my beer, followed by some water, and I was sick of watching the little couple act like they were in love. It had gotten on my last nerve, and I decide I was ready to go. Didn't anyone else have to work around here?
“Cash, I’ve got to get going, actually. Is there anything you need to talk about before I leave?” Wyatt pushed his chair back, preparing to stand up. He was just as frustrated as I was from the look of it, and I was pleased I wasn't the only one feeling perturbed.
“I just wanted to spend some time with my brother is all.”
“Not buying it,” Wyatt said with a growl.
I could peg that as a lie the second he said it, and I knew nothing about this guy. Emma wasn't getting the same vibe clearly.
I watched as Wyatt stood up and waited for a minute for Mr. Full of Himself to follow. He did and they started to walk off.
Good time for me to talk to my friend. “Emma, I thought we came out for some girl time. Not to meet guys.”
“Sometimes people are just meant to meet.” She smiled and acted like a teenager.
“That guy was hunting tonight… and you fell right into his hands. Pathetic, actually. This is exactly what neither of us need.”
“Speak for yourself. You really should have, at the very least, had a conversation with that guy. He was cute. It wouldn't have killed you!” She was angry for my comments and I wished I cared. I didn’t.
“Yes, he was good-looking… and? What part of I’m not looking isn't clear?”
“It’s just because you haven't found the right person. You can’t find him if you aren't looking.”
“I’m not looking for the intention of not finding. I have no interest. How many other languages do I need to say that in? Not to mention this is my FIRST night out!”
“Okay, okay… I get it. I’ll make you a deal. One dance with the brother, and I’ll dance one more time with Cash and then we can go.”
I stood with my hands on my hips, frustrated and ready to tell her to go straight to hell. It was actually funny, because growing up I was the trouble…not Emma. I was the one who could never take no for an answer.
“This is ridiculous. We are grown women. I can leave if I want to… plus, unlike you, I have to work tomorrow. I have bills to pay and people who count on me.” Emma made up her own schedule so could go when she wanted to go in.
“Just one. You might even thank me later,” Emma commented with confidence that annoyed me.
I turned around, pissed and ready to get this over with. I said a quick prayer to make this fast and then marched up to where the two brothers were talking, determined.
Before asking the brother to dance, the thought crossed my mind… Am I doing this for me or for Emma?
EMMA! Sure, tell yourself that.
As I stood in front Wyatt, both brothers were staring at me. Cash grinned and winked, intrigued. Wyatt looked like he was interested in what I was going to say. And I didn't really even know the guys.
Lord, help me.
WYATT
As I was arguing with Cash about why he would ask me to meet him when he had no intentions of actually speaking to me, we were interrupted by Breigh standing before us. Her face was flushed pink and she was biting her lower lip just enough to show her annoyance. She was beautiful.
“Soo… Emma, my friend, is asking that I dance with you one time, before she’ll leave.” I looked down at her, my height of six foot one had a good couple inches on her.
I smiled. She looked nervous as hell, pissed, and beautiful all at the same
