“I guess I don’t need to ask you about the guy you were kissing in the parking lot?” he said condescendingly.
Clearly he had never been put in his place.
Jerk off.
“What? Are you trying to blackmail me? You don't even know what was going on. That was my ex, and if you would’ve asked I could have told you that I pushed him away, disgusted.”
“I know what I know. And I know my brother. He wouldn't like it. He’s been hurt pretty badly by some women in the past.”
“Wow, Cash, you are a class act. You’re a real piece of…”
“I guess that would be my exit then.” And I hung up just as the other end of the phone had gone silent.
Why did the universe seem hell-bent on not letting me be happy? I was being treated like a gold digger, a misfit, someone who was not good enough to have someone I truly cared about. They were destroying what we had before we even knew what it was.
That was a lie. I knew exactly what I wanted. The more people tried to start trouble about us, the more I knew he was what I wanted.
To hell with this day.
The fourth ring on the other line, and I got nervous. Wyatt wasn't answering and it actually took me a while to work myself up to call him. I wanted to tell him that Cash had called and the accusations he was making. It hurt me so badly, but infuriated me at the same time.
In the past, I haven't always spoken my mind and I regretted it. I wouldn’t let Cash make me look like I did something wrong.
Instead of leaving a voice mail when I was prompted, I decided to just hang up and texted him. Maybe he was busy.
Breigh: Hey, Wyatt, call me when you get time. No rush.
I had a lot of thoughts running through my mind, but I knew I had to be up front.
Ten minutes later, Wyatt called me back.
“Hey, Breigh, sorry I missed you.”
“Not a problem. I know you are probably busy.”
“Actually, I was just leaving my aunt’s house. She needed some help today.”
“Is she feeling well?”
“No, but she is trying to act like she is. Stubborn as a mule.”
“Yeah, that is how my Grammy is too.”
“Everything okay?”
“Have you talked to my father by chance?”
“No, should I have?”
“Good, no, not hearing from him is good.”
“Why would I have heard from him?”
“I will tell you more once we see each other next. Speaking of which, I would love to meet for dinner. When do you have a free night?”
“Are you asking me on a date?” He laughed.
“Is that odd?”
“Not at all, I am just giving you a hard time. I am free tomorrow night.”
“Okay, I should be done with work by six, so maybe seven? Is that too late?”
“Not at all.”
“How about meeting at Olive Garden? The one about ten miles off I-35. It is kind of out of the way but it is completely worth it. I think anyway.”
“I agree. 6:30?”
“Perfect.”
“Are you sure I can’t come get you?”
“No, it will be fine, I’ll be coming straight from the office.”
“Perfect. Okay, I will see you then.”
“Breigh, I’m really looking forward to seeing you.”
“Likewise, Wyatt.”
BREIGH
Wyatt had been waiting for me at Olive Garden, patiently, I might add. He was wearing his uniform, and I couldn’t help myself to take a look, reminding me how handsome he looked in it. He must have noticed my stare and grinned.
“Sorry, I didn’t have time to change…came straight here from the station”. He leaned in and gave me a fast peck as if it was second nature.
I, on the other hand, had taken a change of clothes, so he would see me out of office clothes. I had on my black dress that paired with my high heels perfectly. I wasn’t a fan of the heels, but I wanted to pull out some of the stops tonight. I had missed him. This dress was a game changer for me when I had worn it. Emma even loved it.
“You look beautiful,” he commented in my ear, as we walked to our table nestled into the side of the restaurant.
We sat at our table for an hour sipping on wine but still hadn’t ordered anything other than cheesecake. It was one of my favorite desserts, and I suggested us doing dinner backward tonight. Dessert, then our meal. He loved it. We shared the cheesecake and made small talk. I could have sat in this very spot all night spending time with him. Wyatt was all I needed.
We finally ordered our entrees and continued talking easily; nothing seemed complicated.
“This was exactly what I needed tonight. I have been stressed!"
“Anything I can help with?”
“No. I just was concerned about my father. Grammy and I ran into Kevin and he said he had heard my dad and Charles talking. I don’t know if you were aware, but they used to run around together…Or I should say got into trouble together.” I was aware I needed to tell him about Cash too, but I didn't want to bring it up tonight too.
“What are you concerned about?” he asked.
“I just never know what my father is going to do; he always seems to be up to something.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. If he tried anything, we could take care of it.”
I smiled but wasn’t so sure. “You are pretty confident about that?”
“There are only a few things I can be confident about. 1) If someone wants to try to hurt someone I care for, I will stop it. I will protect you against anything. 2) Corrupt people in most cases stay that way, unless they want to do something about it…and 3)…”
“My father doesn’t want to change, and won’t, but what is your number three?”
“That without a doubt I can’t picture
