look up, still feeling completely flipped around, unsure of what to do next.
“Well, I’m going get this one home.” Beau stepped out of the house, holding Anna close to his side. She pretended to be unable to walk, and allowed him to practically carry her, but when she winked at me, I knew it was all a game. The damsel in distress being rescued by her prince.
Smiling I focused on them instead of Wyatt as Beau led her to his truck. The entire time it took him to load her up and fasten her in I could practically feel Wyatt’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my head. The cool night air did nothing to soothe my heated body.
Anna’s words from our night together rolling around in my mind. He’s not the same guy. Isn’t Wyatt handsome? You can’t hate him forever.
Both Beau and Anna waved through the windshield of the truck as it slowly backed down the driveway. Then I was left alone with my thoughts and Wyatt, who still stood at my side.
“Goodnight,” Wyatt said as he stepped passed me. It was the first time I’d seen him since he grabbed me to keep me from falling. Sweatpants and a sweatshirt, he seemed like a completely different person from the man I’d seen every time before. So relaxed and settled.
“I don’t hate you, ya know.” Wyatt stopped walking only he didn’t turn around to face me. A million thoughts ran through my mind but again my mind couldn’t keep up with my mouth. Drunken rambling was a curse I was dealt. “I know you think I do, and fine maybe I haven’t really given you any reason to think otherwise. It’s just,” I tried to move forward but my foot got caught on the rug beneath my feet. I stumbled a bit and grabbed the railing around my porch.
Taking in a deep breath I looked back up and it was then I was met with Wyatt staring back at me. “I’m humiliated. I was then, and I still am now.” Shrugging, I did my very best to hold myself together. Crying was not an option, but sadly I was also cursed with the drunken sniffles. It alone was some wicked form of voodoo that overpowered me when I least expected it to. “I liked you,” the confession wasn’t as humiliating as I thought it would be. But then again, I was three sheets to the wind, so that helped. “Really, really liked you and then you…” I waved my hand before me, I knew I couldn’t finish the sentence. My emotions were sneaking up on me like a crazy bitch. “Well, you know what you did. I just thought you should know that I don’t hate you, I just hate what you did.”
I’d had enough, honestly I was surprised I was still standing.
“Good night.” I said those last words in a rush and hurried back inside, closing the door securely behind me. It was time to call it a night, I knew I’d feel like hell tomorrow and I’d already said too much.
Chapter Eleven
Wyatt
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Hearing the tires of a vehicle pop against the gravel drive, I moved toward my kitchen window and peered outside. Almost immediately my body tenses, when I see its Cole Jackson. It had been more than a couple weeks now since Sadie signed the rental agreement, so there was no reason for him to follow up with her.
He climbed out of his Expedition and walked around the opposite side, making it harder for me to see him. Hurrying across the dining room, I made my way down the hallway and stood just at the side of the backdoor, peeking through the bind that covered the window. I felt like a peeping tom.
Cole took something out of his backseat, closed the door and started walking toward the front of the cottage. It was a basket of something, all wrapped up in cellophane, and a ribbon tied around the top.
The tension in my shoulders grew and I knew that I had no right to feel anything, but it didn’t change the fact that my body was humming with annoyance.
Opening the door slightly, I pressed my ear to the gap and listened the best that I could. With the quietness, the no interruptions of traffic and more, it made it easier to hear things.
“Wow, that’s sweet!”
I couldn’t hear what he was saying in return and it was grating on my nerves. Unable to control