“That’s what I asked you here about.” She said eying him. “Has your dad said anything to you?”
Wyatt’s forehead wrinkled as his perfectly shaped eyebrows came together. “About…?”
“About him and my mom.” Callie said in a ‘you should know by now, duh’ tone of voice.
“Oh…no? Why would he?” Wyatt obviously had no idea and it was going to be up to Callie to bring him in on it.
Callie hated serious talks with Wyatt. For the most part of the summer their relationship had consisted of quickies in her bedroom while no one was home. Serious conversations had never been part of the deal and they made her feel uncomfortable – they made him feel like family.
“Can we meet up after my shift?” She asked.
He smirked knowingly. “Sure.”
Even after their repeated intimate encounters, Callie found his smile irresistible and she flashed one back.
“Not for that.” She whispered. “To talk about our parents.”
Wyatt looked deflated. “Oh…” He shrugged. “I guess. Gimme a beer and I’ll hang outside until you’re off.”
Chapter 2
The scent of Wyatt’s warm leather vest permeated her nostrils as Callie grasped tightly around his waist. It brought back memories of the first time she had ridden behind him on the bike, how she had longed for him but not yet tasted him. Over the last few months she’d come to like riding on his motorcycle more than she had back then. She couldn’t quite tell if it was the closeness to his tight muscular body she enjoyed, or the thrill of the wind in her hair, but either way, she enjoyed it. She held her body tightly to his as he expertly navigated the tight corners of the backroads leading home. They were headed to her mother’s house. It was the only place Callie could think of to get a little privacy since her mom would still be at work and Wyatt’s dad hadn’t been there in a while.
When Wyatt pulled up in the driveway Callie noticed her mother’s car still parked in the garage. She tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to it. Turning off the engine, he reached up and took off his helmet. Callie followed suit.
“What?” He asked in a voice much louder than it should have been. Before Callie could answer, her mom appeared on the front doorstep watching them both.
“Mom’s home…” She said under her breath.
“What have you two been up to?” Her mother called, her voice sounding accusing as if they had been caught doing something they shouldn’t have been.
“I just got off work.” Callie slid off the bike. “I just need to grab a change of clothes.” She said.
Her mother looked affronted. “So you’re just going right back out again?” She asked.
“Sorry. I promised Ashley.” Callie didn’t finish her sentence. Mostly because she hadn’t promised Ashley anything.
Callie’s mom shifted her gaze to Wyatt who was still straddling the bike. “And what about you?” There was a coldness in her voice that froze Wyatt to his seat. Since she and Ken had begun having trouble she had distanced herself from Wyatt as if it was all his fault.
Callie answered for him as she slid past her mother and in through the front door. “He’s dropping me off.” She said.
Wyatt raised his hand and gave his step-mother an apologetic smile. “I’m just the taxi.” He said in an effort to lighten the mood. It didn’t work.
Callie’s mom stared at him for a moment before shaking her head and following Callie inside. Wyatt decided that he was safer staying on his bike.
“Callie, I don’t think you should be spending so much time with him.” She said, following Callie in to her bedroom.
Callie glanced at her and pulled a fresh t-shirt from her open closet and folding it neatly. “Why is that, mom?” She said almost as accusingly as her mother had been moments ago.
Her mom huffed loudly. “You know why!”
Callie could hear her mom’s voice crack with each word she spoke. “Mom, he’s still my step-brother and even if things don’t work out for you guys, he and I aren’t just going to stop talking or hanging out. I’m sorry, but we’re friends.” She grabbed a clean pair of shorts and folding those too, she shoved both her shorts and t-shirt in to her backpack. Ducking in to her bathroom, she grabbed her makeup case for appearances and shoved that in the backpack too. She looked back at her mom who was staring silently at the floor like a sullen teenager. “Mom, I’m not trying to upset you, okay?” Her mom nodded sadly. “Look, I have to go, but we can talk about it tonight when I get home?”