“It is now,” Wyatt said, grabbing her hand and pulling her out. They went back to his car and locked up their dirty clothes. And when they returned, Bryce was there saying loudly that Payton’s sandwiches might have bothered Wyatt as he’d spent a lot of time in the bathroom upstairs.
“Ass,” Wyatt said.
She turned and raised her eyebrows. “I think your other cousin is just getting you back too.”
“He wouldn’t have said it if you didn’t start it first while you were waiting for me.”
“Really?” Jade had asked, who was close enough to hear. “Did you just beat Wyatt at another game? One that he normally wins at? Isn’t that something. Good for you.”
There was a lot more laughter at that and she’d felt mildly embarrassed over it. She apologized later to Wyatt when he’d dropped her off, but he only pulled her into his arms and kissed the living shit out of her.
She hadn’t expected that move but had been hoping for it.
When he’d pulled back she found she was clinging to his arms, her breath panting in and out, her eyes half closed. She knew they were since she had to force them open.
“Why did you do that?”
“Because the tension between us all day was getting to me. And since you’re gripping my arms and not slapping my face, I’m going to assume you were fine with that move.”
She grabbed his shirt front and yanked him down to finish the kiss the way she wanted to, then shoved him back out the door saying, “I don’t sleep with men on the first date.”
He looked stunned by that comment, but she’d shut the door in his face and then burst out laughing.
And now she was waiting for him to pick her up again. Carolyn Fierce had actually said she’d had two tickets to an outdoor concert today. Country music, just local blues bands, and Garrett didn’t want to go.
Garrett had pretty much begged Wyatt to take them, she’d seen it. She found it funny the big man—taller by a few inches than Wyatt who she was guessing was just a little over six foot—was all but pleading with his son to get him out of the daytime concert.
Wyatt had looked at her and she shrugged and said, “Why not? I’ve got nothing going on.”
When she heard a knock at the door, she pulled it open to see him there with a pair of nice shorts on and a polo shirt. He had sneakers on his feet but they were dressier ones that others wore as shoes. “I think I’m underdressed,” she said. “I’ll go change.”
She’d had on jean shorts and a T-shirt, not thinking much of it.
“It’s up to you. I’ve got chairs in my car. I’m sure it’s fine. It’s just I’ve always got scrubs or athletic stuff on around you. We aren’t doing much more than listening to music today. Unless you want to race me to the best spot to put the chairs up.”
She laughed, thinking he was joking. His lips were tugging at the corners to smile, she could see, but then it hit her again that maybe she was too competitive at times. But he didn’t seem to mind.
“I’ll go change. Have a seat. I packed up a bag with some drinks and snacks in it.”
“That was a good idea,” he said. “I’ve got a small cooler with wheels in the car. I can just move it to that if you want.”
“What did you pack to drink?” she shouted from her bedroom where she’d pulled out a pair of black shorts that were a little longer and dressier.
“A few beers,” he said back. “I saw you had two yesterday.”
She didn’t drink often but didn’t mind throwing back a beer now and again. Wine wasn’t her thing. It drove her mother insane that she’d never been a girlie girl with wine and dresses. She’d rather be casual and eat and drink what she wanted after she played hard.
Spencer used to complain about that too. That when they went out a few times he would have liked to have seen her dressed up more than she was. It just wasn’t her.
She’d put a dress on a time or two when they’d gone out of town, but they didn’t do much either. He was always working or she was. Their time together was at odd times.
Now she knew why. He was trying to fit it in so his wife didn’t find out.
And as much as she didn’t want to be thinking of him right now, she couldn’t get it out of her mind that he’d contacted her mother looking for her. Why? She’d been clear she wanted nothing to do with his lying cheating ass other than kicking his balls hard enough to get lodged back so far that his proctologist buddy would have to yank them out.
“I have a few bottles of water in my bag with cheese and crackers, and some pepperoni and salami.”
“I can move it all to the cooler then. I’ve got room,” he shouted back, but she was walking out now. “You look pretty.”
“It’s just a pink shirt.”
“A pink shirt that is soft and see thru,” he said.
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve got a tank top on under it. It’s not like you can see my bra.”
“More’s the pity,” he said back. She liked this sheer chiffon shirt that Maggie had given her for her birthday last year. She’d never had an opportunity to wear it and it seemed like the perfect time. “And you paint your toenails.”
“Why do you seem so shocked? Don’t most women do that in the summer when they wear sandals?” It was a little guilty pleasure she had. She got a pedicure every other week since she was on her feet so much at work. She liked having pretty toes and knowing she had one girlie thing on that no one saw.
“Just unexpected. I’m finding there is a lot of
