Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
My purse is where I left it by the entryway, and I shuffle through it to find my phone. I hit 411 to call for a ride but am surprised when Wyatt picks up on the other end of the line.
“Wife,” he says coolly.
The word drips from his mouth so easily without an ounce of hesitation or uncertainty. My body betrays me and doesn’t match the anger I’m trying to hold onto. It slips back into being turned on again like I’d been on the drive over here.
But this is my reality check and I need it. He isn't going to be my husband. I buried those dreams long ago and that’s something that no one will ever know.
I pull my phone away from my ear to check the number I called and my phone screen reads “Husband.”
“What the fuck?” I mutter, and I hear his deep laugher. “What did you do?”
“If you need to talk to someone or get help, your phone should be calling me. I made sure of it.”
My mouth falls open and I want to say something rude or jab him back, but I’ve got nothing. Instead I hit end on the call because the truth is, I find it completely adorable.
6
Wyatt
I bite my bottom lip to try and keep from smiling. She’s on her knees with what looks like a screwdriver in one hand and a flashlight in the other.
Leaning against the wall, I cross my arms over my chest and watch her work. She’s trying desperately to break into the locked garage, but I have no idea how she thinks this might work. She’s clever and inventive as hell, but for someone so small she’s like a bull in a china shop.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” I ask, and she squeals and almost falls over backwards.
I hold out the keys to the garage door and she glares at me.
“I figured you’d be home late.”
“Why would you think that?” I ask, pushing off the wall and stalking towards her.
“Because busy men work late.”
I reach down and grab her by the waist and pick her up off the ground. I pull her against me and lean down so my lips are close to hers.
“The men who have been too busy for you aren’t a group that you should toss me into.” I brush my lips softly against hers. Just as quickly as I do it, I turn the key in the lock and the door behind her opens. “There, now stop trying to break things.”
Her cheeks are flushed as she pushes against my chest. “I wouldn’t break things if you wouldn’t lock them. I thought this was supposed to be my house, too.”
She raises an eyebrow in challenge and I laugh. God, it feels good to be next to her.
“It is, but you're clearly trying to escape it. I’ve got to keep you here somehow.” She rolls her eyes, but I see the edge of her lips fighting a smile. “Go ahead and have a look.”
I turn on the lights as she walks into the garage. Five long rows of cars light up, and when the last one comes on I hear her gasp. In here are rows of expensive cars that cost more than some people make in a lifetime, but the one at the end probably isn’t worth a hundred dollars on paper.
“Wyatt Carmichael, do not tell me that’s your old truck.”
I laugh and nod when she turns around for confirmation.
“I can’t believe you kept it,” she says, running down to it. I follow after her as my chest heats up.
“You got naked in that truck. It’s not like I could ever sell it.” She glares at me over her shoulder, but I shrug.
“Marshall Evans spilled that drink on purpose,” she says while she opens the door of the cab.
“I paid him fifty bucks to do it.”
“You did what?” she snaps, and I lean in close to her.
“I would have paid a hundred.” I wink at her and I can almost see steam coming out of her ears.
It was the winter formal during our junior year and I didn’t have money for a tux. Aiden loaned me an old suit of his and it was nicer than anything I owned. Still, when I got there in my old beat-up Ford I couldn’t go in. I felt dirty and cheap compared to everyone else and I convinced myself that night that I wasn’t good enough. I sat in the parking lot for over an hour before I saw Savannah pull up. She was with some other girls from the swim team, which I was relieved about, until I saw her dress. It was baby blue and silk and so sheer you could see right through it. The second I saw her I knew I couldn’t let anyone else see her like that, so when Marshall passed by my truck with his date I took the chance.