Wynn had messed up, big time. He would need to be the one to step up and apologize. He was wrong and not ashamed to admit it. He would do whatever it took to assure Scarlett they were fine.
Knowing he’d never fall asleep again, he threw back the covers and got out of bed. He hadn’t slept much, waking up several times during the night, worrying about everything. Since it was only five, he decided to go for a run on the beach. Physical exertion always relieved stress for him.
An hour later, he was back home and in the shower. He downed a protein drink as he dressed. Grabbing his keys, he stepped out into the garage and got into his Range Rover. Opening the garage door, he started to back out and stopped.
The Spitfire sat in the driveway.
Wynn got out and saw an envelope sitting on the driver’s seat. He opened it and found the keys inside it. No note.
A fresh wave of anger swept through him. Scarlett had returned his gift. She was definitely cutting all ties. He pulled out his phone and decided what he had to say needed to be face to face. He returned the Range Rover to the garage and got behind the wheel of the Spitfire. As he headed south on the PCH, he decided to call Cassie and get the lay of the land before he arrived at the Corrigans’ place.
She answered on the second ring.
“Hey, Wynn. You’re up early.”
“I’m coming your way. Is Scarlett awake by any chance?”
A pause caused his heart to skip a beat.
“No. Scarlett moved back home, Wynn. I told her we appreciate all the help you and she have given us but it was time for all of us to get back to our normal lives, especially the two of you.”
“Why do you say that?” he asked cautiously.
“Rhett and I know how you feel about one another, Wynn. You and Scarlett haven’t had much time alone, attending to all of our needs. You need to be together as a couple and not schlepping our kids around and running errands for us.”
When he didn’t say anything, Cassie asked, “Are you two all right? Scarlett was a little emotional yesterday, especially when I told her how much Rhett and I liked you and liked her with you.”
“I fucked up, Cassie. More than you know.”
“I know you care about Scarlett, Wynn.”
“I love her.”
“Good. It can be fixed, Wynn. Whatever it is. Rhett and I hit a really rough patch. I screwed up and thought he’d never want to see me again. I left and he had no idea where to find me. Fortunately, friends of ours intervened and gave us the chance to come face to face. We worked it out.” She paused. “I can’t imagine what my life without Rhett would be like. If we each hadn’t pushed aside our pride and opened up and been honest with one another, I’d be a different person today. One I doubt I would like very much—because I wouldn’t be with the man who means everything to me.”
She sighed. “What I’m saying is you and Scarlett have something special, Wynn. Don’t give up on it. Or her.”
“I won’t.”
He meant it.
CHAPTER 20
Scarlett went to her office door after a group of three lawyers left and told Erica, “No more interruptions.”
She closed the door and went to her desk, immediately kicking off the uncomfortable heels and pushing them to the side. It was nine-thirty and she hadn’t accomplished a single thing since she’d arrived at the office two hours ago. The only progress she’d made was returning Wynn’s car late last night, leaving it in his driveway and hiking back to the PCH and calling an Uber driver to pick her up.
She understood her colleagues wanted to be friendly and greet her since she’d been away for several weeks but she didn’t want to be around any people. None.
Collapsing into her chair, she tamped down the nausea. Was she more aware of it now that she knew she was pregnant? Or had she known subconsciously and pushed the thought aside the past few mornings when she’d been queasy? Either way, she opened the bottom drawer where she’d stashed her purse and pulled out a bag of Baked Goldfish. She knew most women experiencing nausea ate saltine crackers but she was a Goldfish girl from way back. Crunching on the tiny orange crackers gave her comfort. She ate a few and her stomach seemed to ease a bit.
Without warning, her door flew open, banging against the wall. Henry Lymon stormed in, his face mottled with rage as he slammed it shut.
Waving a single page in his hand, he shouted, “What the fuck, Scarlett?”
Calmly, she responded, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Henry.”
He tossed it onto her desk and the page slid toward her. Picking it up and skimming it quickly, she saw it was a letter firing Henry—and Lymon McGraw.
From Wynn.
Henry placed both palms against her desk and leaned on it. “Is this your way of getting back at me because I took advantage and plucked a plum client from your fold? Did you tell Wynn Gallagher to leave Lymon McGraw?”
“I had nothing to do with this,” she said honestly. “You can see from the letterhead it’s from his brother’s law firm. I suppose Wynn decided to go back to his brother representing him.”
“After I got him out from under Rylon’s thumb?” he shouted, his face now beet red.
Scarlett pushed to her feet. “Excuse me? I wrote every word of those documents. I’m the one who made the pitch to the Rylon executives and legal team. All you did was point where to sign.” She shrugged. “Maybe Wynn merely used our expertise to extricate himself
