drops when Wyatt and some of his family walk into the pub. Rebecca is right. He does look good.
His dark purple shirt clings to his muscles, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his ink.
His dark jeans fit him like a glove, perfect for his round arse. Even his hair is styled, and I like it, but I love his unruly look at work more. It always looks untamed, like he constantly runs his fingers through it.
I’m willing to bet he smells fucking good too because he smells divine at work. So good, in fact, that it’s hard not to jump him just to keep breathing it in.
I sigh, feeling wetness seep between my thighs. It’s the first time I have seen him outside of work and my arousal is just as bad.
Even his battle marks from today are making me hot, and minutes ago I was crying over them.
Laughter spills out of Becca and I turn, glaring at her smug expression. “Bab, did you just have an orgasm?”
“Fuck you!”
CHAPTER SEVEN
WYATT
For a moment, my gaze stays on the taillights of Evie’s car as she drives away from Hayes Removals. I watched her get in her car, watched as something set her off enough to bang her fists against the steering wheel, and I watched as her head hung as she spoke to someone on the phone. The only thing that stopped me from going out there was the look in her eyes before she walked out. She was distraught over something and it made me wonder if that was why she had stayed when she was supposed to finish hours ago.
The thought that she might want to talk to one of us about something important is bothering me more than I care to admit.
As cliché as it sounds, Evie is a mystery to me. She dresses in the finest clothes, yet she isn’t a snob. She has a 2016 plate, and a phone that should have been updated a few years ago. She isn’t a materialistic person, and although she dresses to impress, she isn’t vain. If I were to take a guess, I’d go as far as to say she doesn’t even realise how beautiful she is. Each time I have come on to her or one of my brothers have—much to my dismay—she almost seems taken aback.
The other thing I don’t understand about her is her continuous defence to keep us all at arm’s length. If she didn’t work so hard at it, I wouldn’t have even paid attention. Someone must have messed her around so badly in the past that she has those walls built like a fortress.
“Do you think we scared her off? She looked petrified before she rushed out,” Paisley asks, resting her head against my shoulder, both of us looking out at the yard.
“She seemed off,” I agree, kissing the top of her head.
“She’ll come around,” she says, sounding so sure of it. “Once she sees we will protect her, she’ll relax.”
I don’t bother to tell her that I don’t think what happened today is the reason for Evie’s reaction or her quick departure. Paisley will only go searching for answers and I’m worried it will scare Evie away if she thinks we’re digging into her past. She clearly has a reason for those walls, and until she trusts us not one of us has a hope of getting close to her. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out she doesn’t let anyone get close.
“Yeah.”
“She lost her dad too,” Paisley whispers, and all I hear is the pain of her losing our own dad.
“She said that?” I ask, intrigued yet also sad. I know what it’s like to lose a dad, and I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about him or have something remind me of him. It was hard on all of us when we lost him.
“Yeah. She also said her mum is sick. She’s an only child too,” she reveals, and I’m curious as to why she’s telling me all of this, but not enough to question her.
I glance down at my sister, eyeing her closely. “How did you get all of this information out of her?”
I’ve been trying since day one to get Evie to open up to me about herself and she has deflected my questions every time.
Paisley grins, clucking her tongue. “When have you ever known the bed and breakfast to be guest-free? When have I ever