“Mmmm. That feels nice,” I said.
“I know. Now let’s go to bed.”
We stumbled into his bed and burrowed beneath a
fluffy down comforter. It was like landing in heaven.
“You know what’s funny?” I asked.
“What?”
“Well, I was supposed to take care of you tonight. Help you relax.”
He wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss on my forehead.
“Making you feel good makes me feel good,” he said.
How did I get this lucky?
I could not believe anything about my crazy situation. I was soaring but also scared to death. Who knew what would happen with my house? Who knew what would happen with the guys? Who knew what would happen with work?
But I did know that I was exhausted and spent, and oh so grateful to be snuggling for the night with my amazing ad man.
Chapter 22
WYATT
I was all too happy to pitch in on Jayma’s house when I got the call from her neighbor, Carter, and when I was invited to move in, I didn’t even have to think about it.
I’d be next door to my jobsite.
I’d be under the same roof as my girl.
And I’d get to know the other guys who knocked Jayma’s socks off.
Since my dad had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, I’d had to work my ass off, yes, but I’d also committed myself to living without society’s expectations. If that meant the woman I cared for had more than one lover, then so be it. I was not a jealous man. My woman’s pleasure, even if it was with another guy, was also my pleasure.
Sometimes this approach was a challenge, I couldn’t deny it. I knew it wouldn’t be easy to keep a clear head on some nights she was with someone else. But I also knew life was precious, and that “owning” someone was the fastest way to lose them.
I rang the bell to Carter’s front door. It wasn’t hard to find his place—it was the nice one next to the not-so-nice one that our poor Jayma owned. It was going to feel really good to get in there and begin making some improvements. There was a lot of work, but it was straightforward and didn’t have to take long if we were focused and organized. I was all too happy to help my—or should I say our?—lovely girl.
The door flew open, and I was greeted by a tall guy with a huge grin.
“You must be Wyatt. Come in, my friend, come in.”
“And you must be Carter,” I said.
“I am. You are correct. C’mon in and meet the other guys. Hey, can I get you something to drink?” he offered.
“That sounds great. Do you have any beer?”
“I do. Let’s go.” I followed him through his gorgeous house. Damn, to be a contractor and be able to do anything you want. I mean, being a plumber was certainly useful, but it sure would be handy to know how to do carpentry and everything else, too. But hey, that was why we were teaming up, right?
“Guys, the fourth member of our tribe has arrived,” Carter said. “This is Wyatt.”
“Hey. Great to meet you guys,” I said as they each introduced themselves.
There were handshakes and “cheers” all around. Carter tossed me a cold one.