Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Wyatt stood up. It was obvious this wasn’t going the way he wanted it to. “I need to check on the dessert. I made some brownies. They should be almost done.”
Maybe if he wasn’t in the room, he could reset the conversation. He pushed through the swinging doors separating the kitchen from the small dining room, holding his bowl and spoon.
Was he doing the right thing? Despite what he’d said to her, he meant to seduce her. They had days and days before anyone would be able to get up here. She didn’t have anyone in her life. There was nothing keeping her from enjoying a brief affair.
She didn’t know he meant to make it far longer than brief.
Of course it might never get off the ground if Sawyer had anything to do with it. He seemed determined to paint them both as poorly as possible.
Or he’s trying to get all the bad stuff out of the way.
She’d said she didn’t need to know about his past.
Because she thinks you were in an isolated, probably weirdly religious cult.
She was right about the cult part. His father’s MC ran much like a cult, only they worshipped money and power rather than any deity.
He set the bowl in the sink and took a long breath. He had kind of sprung this whole thing on Sawyer. He should have sat down with him and explained his plan. Wyatt was self-aware enough to admit he hadn’t because he’d known what Sawyer would say. Absolutely no. He would have told Wyatt to pursue her on his own if that was what he wanted. Oh, Wyatt knew if he’d said it was only about sex, Sawyer might have high-fived him and told him it was go time. It wasn’t like they hadn’t shared a couple of women over the past year.
But he had the strongest feeling it would be more than sex with Sabrina. He was serious about her, and it meant he had to find a way to get Sawyer serious about her, too.
He knew most people would tell him to leave Sawyer behind, but there was another instinct playing through Wyatt. It told him if Sawyer didn’t come with him, he would be alone for the rest of his life. Despite being an asshole of the highest order, Sawyer Hathaway was also one of the most generous men he’d ever met. He owed Sawyer. He liked Sawyer. He liked Bliss and how the people here lived their lives.
He wanted all of it. Wanted it badly enough he was willing to fight for it. If he had to fight a little dirty, he was okay with that, too.
He checked the brownies and pulled them out because they were done. He hoped they weren’t sitting in absolute silence, but maybe it was for the best. Maybe he’d been wrong to push so hard at first. They needed a night to relax and settle into the situation. In the morning, he could charm her. He had no illusions they would spend the next couple of days in bed. No. The next couple of days would be spent getting to know each other, seeing if she wanted to date them.
No matter what Sawyer said, he didn’t want some secretive affair with her. He wanted a normal relationship, wanted to be a part of the town with her. Sawyer was wrong. His background wasn’t so bad no one wanted him in Bliss. The sheriff knew and thought he was the sweet one. The sheriff wasn’t freaked out by his past.
Of course the sheriff didn’t know all of his past. The sheriff only knew the actual records. There was so much not contained in those reports.
If his brother ever discovered what he’d done…
His dark thoughts were broken by the sound of the phone ringing. At least the landlines were still working. He moved over to pick up the handset, pressing the button to accept the call. “Hello?”
“Hi, this is Deputy Leal. I’m looking for my sister.”
Despite the fact that mere moments before he’d been thinking about his good relationship with law enforcement here, he felt his spine stiffen. “Hello, Deputy. She’s having supper right now. I’ll go and get her for you.”
“This is Wyatt, right?” the deputy asked.
“Yes, ma’am. Wyatt Kemp is my name, Deputy.”
“And mine is Elisa,” she replied. “Is she okay? Gemma didn’t tell me much more than she’s stuck on the mountain with the MC boys.”
He did not like the nickname. “Neither one of us has been in an MC for a long time. We’re out of the lifestyle.”
There was a pause on the line. “Sorry about that. Gemma doesn’t have much of a filter. Is my sister okay? I have to ask you because she won’t tell me. She’ll say whatever it takes to make me comfortable, and I need to know if I should risk trying to make it up there.”