Must Be Wright (The Wrights 3)

She broke the kiss and leaned back to look into his eyes. “What’s got you so excited?”

“Seeing you, for starters.” He brushed her hair back. “Is it just me, or does it feel like a year since we’ve seen each other?”

She smiled but didn’t answer, and pushed away to put some space between them. “Where’s Belle?”

“She’s at school.” He beamed as if he’d just performed the impossible. “I don’t know who you talked to or what you said, but that awesome school opened a spot for Belle.”

Gypsy crossed her arms and leaned back against a cooler. “That’s great. How did she do?”

“Pretty good.” He sobered. “I took her to lunch and told her about her mom.”

Gypsy winced. “How’d that go?”

He tilted his head and pressed a hand to the edge of the bar. “It went fine. A little too fine, I think. I mean, she was sad, for sure, but I expected more of a meltdown, you know? I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“I get the feeling her mom has been emotionally absent for a while,” Gypsy told him. “Maybe it wasn’t as much of a shock as we expected.”

He shrugged. “All I know is that she wanted to go back for the afternoon, which I took as a good sign.”

“That’s a great sign.”

He nodded. “Paisley Jessip’s boy goes there. She and I have been talking about a duet. She’s going to be in town for a few days, so I think we’re going to see if we can get together and work on it.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah. Feels good to think about work again.”

Wyatt moved in and slid his arms around her waist. “I’ve missed you.”

She wanted to say the same, but self-preservation won out.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he told her with a sexy little smile.

Gypsy grinned. “Let me guess—it’s in your pants.”

Wyatt pulled her hips against his and dipped his head to kiss her. Ending this when he went back on the road was going to suck so hard.

“That too,” he said, “but not the surprise I meant.”

He reached into his back pocket, pulled out an envelope, and took a step away to hand it to Gypsy.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“A list of highly qualified club managers,” he told her. “And they would all like to work for you.”

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“What?” She pulled out the stack of papers inside. The first sheet was a list of names. The following sheets were résumés of the people on the list. Within thirty seconds, she knew she’d struck gold. “Oh my God. How did you do this?”

“You have your mommy connections, I have my music connections.”

Her gaze returned to the résumés of four women and two men. This was more than she could hope for. They all had multiple years of experience managing clubs, restaurants, or bars.

Then a thought crossed her mind. She lowered the résumés and pinned Wyatt with a look. “Have you slept with any of these women?”

He lifted his hands in surrender. “Not a one. I swear. The guys either.”

She laughed.