only grown since then.
“Yeah, oh. You wanted to talk, and I didn’t think you’d want to do it in front of my brothers.”
Running a hand down my T-shirt, I nod. “Okay then. But no funny business,” I warn him, shaking my finger at him.
If he even touches me, I won’t be able to concentrate on what I’m supposed to be telling him. And there is no way I’m blurting everything out after great sex. Talk about a mood killer. I also can’t put him in a vulnerable position like that. Or myself. It has to be on common ground.
When I don’t make a move, he takes another step forward, bending down at the knee. He swoops me over his shoulder, and I squeal, slapping my palms over his back. “Put me down.”
“Oh dear,” Liza murmurs, her feet coming into view. “Do not fall with her in your arms, Wyatt Hayes. I don’t want Evie getting hurt.”
Warmth fills me. She is truly worried I will get hurt.
Wyatt spins around and I close my eyes through a wave of dizziness. “I won’t. Promise.”
“Good,” she declares, before letting out a heavy sigh. “There’s been a change of plans. The twins and Isaac are coming with me to the dessert place in town. Would you like anything?”
“Didn’t you bake a cake for dessert?”
I hear a growl come from his mum. “I did. Reid just threw it at Landon, which, in turn, ended up on Paisley, Lily and a few others. Lily and Jaxon are taking your granddad home and Landon and Paisley are calling it a night too now.”
What? We were only gone a few minutes.
Wyatt tenses beneath me. “Did they get the brownies?”
His mum sighs. “Apparently I shouldn’t have left Maddox alone in the kitchen earlier.”
“For God’s sake. He needs to stop eating our fucking food,” he growls. “What about the cream pastry balls?”
“Hayden was with him,” his mum says, like that’s an answer.
“Fucking Carter’s,” he bites out. “Get my usual, Mum, and hide it in the back of the fridge for me. I’ll pay for it later.”
“All right.”
He begins to climb the stairs and I lift my head, watching as his mum leaves the house, followed by most of the others.
“We were gone for a minute at the most,” I whisper when I see the state of Landon, the blood covering his bottom lip.
“It only takes a second,” he answers, climbing up another set of stairs.
When he drops me to my feet, I look around the purple-painted bedroom, arching an eyebrow at Wyatt. One wall is wallpapered, the coral, green and grey faded flowers a stark contrast to the masculine furniture in the room.
“It was Paisley’s room before she moved out. I haven’t had a chance to decorate.”
I giggle, moving further into the room. “I like it.”
His wardrobe, desk, drawers, DVD unit and even his bedframe are a sleek black.
I run my finger along his soft cotton bedsheet as I take stock of his room. The TV is mounted on the wall, next to another door that probably leads to a wardrobe or bathroom.
He has aftershave bottles on his dresser, and I step closer, lifting one to my nose. Wyatt always smells good, but the scent from this bottle isn’t how Wyatt smells to me. He has a richer, spicy scent, one I could breathe in all day.
There is a picture of a younger Wyatt sitting on a man’s knee who looks like an older version of Jaxon. It doesn’t take much of a guess to realise this was his dad. On the other side is another picture, this one of him and his brothers on a beach. They are wearing swim shorts, showing off their muscled abs like they had just finished a shoot for a calendar. Paisley stands in the middle in a one-piece swimsuit, smiling up at Jaxon.
They look happy.
“You finished looking around my room?” Wyatt asks, startling me. I was so lost in my own thoughts I forgot he was there.
When I turn around, he’s right behind me, and I bump into his hard chest, feeling his muscles flex under my fingers. My heart thumps rapidly against my ribcage. There is no doubt that after tonight, he will never forgive me. He respects loyalty, which is one of the reasons he tolerates Landon.
“We can’t,” I tell him when he bends his head down.
“You’ve gone back to being tense. You need to relax,” he tells me, kissing the corner of my mouth.
I tilt my head back, a small moan