“Do you know why I said no?” His voice was low. Dangerously low. It hit at all sorts of things inside her, and Regan swallowed hard, glad there was a piece of furniture between them.
Slowly, she shook her head, unable to answer.
Wyatt got up and walked around her desk and—boom—there went the barrier between them. He turned her chair and placed both of his hands on either side of her cheeks. She couldn’t look away if she wanted to. Which she didn’t.
And that was crazy.
“I said no to Daisy Miller because she’s not you. It wasn’t hard to do, and it was that simple.” He leaned closer, his breath warm on her face. “Are you reading me here?”
She leaned into his palm and closed her eyes. “But what are we doing?” She thought about what her mother said. About how she’d placed Wyatt into a narrow category that suddenly didn’t seem to fit. “What’s the point if…”
“If
what?”
So here she was. About to lay it on the line. About to let Wyatt Blackwell know that this thing between them wasn’t casual for her. It just wasn’t.
“Whenever you deal with whatever it is you’re dealing with…” She slowly opened her eyes. “You’ll leave and go back to your life. We don’t fit, Wyatt. We never did.”
“I think you’re wrong.” He sighed and stood, running a hand across his chin. “I know you’re wrong.”
“What if I’m not?”
Just then, the door opened, and Lynn walked in, rambling off a list of patients coming in before noon. She stopped when she spied Wyatt.
“Oh. My. I didn’t see you there.”
He grinned and winked. “Hey, Lynn.”
“Good morning, Wyatt Blackwell.” She set down a folder on Regan’s desk, mindful of the food and coffee. “Nice to see you. I heard you were back in town.” She glanced at Regan, a knowing twinkle in her eye. “I guess you don’t need a coffee.”
“No…I…we’re good.”
“Okay, then. I’ll leave you guys to it.” She winked once more and reached for the door. “Although you only have ten minutes, because your first patient will be here soon. Mrs. Waters is always twenty minutes early.”
The door clicked behind her, and Regan got to her feet. “I should…” She pointed to the folder.
Wyatt didn’t budge. “Are we good?”
Before she could answer, he leaned forward and swept his mouth over hers in a scorching kiss. It was a slow sort of assault that had her head spinning and her knees shaking. And when he gently let her go, Regan nodded.
“Yes. We’re good.”
He dropped one last kiss on her nose before grabbing his coffee. “Good. I’ll see you tonight.”
There was no question in his tone. The man wasn’t playing games. She nodded and watched him leave. She wasn’t playing games either, but unlike Wyatt, she wasn’t so sure.
Unlike Wyatt, Regan was a little bit afraid.
Chapter 19
Wyatt spent the morning buying food for Regan’s home. The girl had no idea how to feed herself, and he was more than happy to stock up. After that, he tracked down his brother Hudson and drove out to the lake and the family home for a meet-up. Darlene was out of town for some woman’s retreat at a spa, and Hudson had spent the night.
“You don’t answer your damn phone,” Wyatt said, stomping the snow from his feet and undoing his jacket.
Hudson was in the kitchen and shrugged. “It’s nice to unplug sometimes. As long as Becca knows where I am, I’m good.”
“I get that.”