With a Twist (Last Call #4)(69)

Wyatt's hands go to my waist …  With a tug, I'm pressed up against him. I wrap my arms around his back and hold him tight.

"Listen," he says with his chin resting on the top of my head. "There is nothing your ex can say that will explain his actions away. He had his reasoning. You had yours. He disrespected you by not giving you the chance to talk about it …  to at least see if it could be worked out. You following me?"

I nod against him and press in closer, because he feels so good to me.

"He knows he fucked up. I suspect the reason he wants to talk to you is not to check in on you and give you an explanation. I suspect he's back in touch with you because he's missing you. I'd bet my last dollar that if you were to call him right now, he'd want to get back together. I'm even betting that he will be more than willing to move away with you."



       
         
       
        

Pulling back, I arch a skeptical eyebrow at Wyatt. "No way. You don't know David. He was adamant about not leaving Pittsburgh. That's his home. He loves it a lot …  clearly more than me."

"Maybe that was his initial reaction to your refusal to pull the application, but Andrea …  I've only spent a few days with you, and I sure as hell don't want you to leave. That's because I've come to understand what an amazing, beautiful, and talented woman you are. Trust me …  this dude is seeing the error of his ways. I can almost guarantee you that he's wanting back in with you."

My hands drop away from Wyatt's waist and I turn away from him, rubbing my finger against my chin in thought. Could that be it? Does David want to just forget about what happened and try to start over?

Turning back to Wyatt, my face flushes red with anger and I grit my teeth hard.

"Um …  I'm guessing by that look on your face, that's not something you're interested in?" he says with a smirk.

"That really pisses me off," I say indignantly. "If that's what he's thinking …  that he could just break my heart …  dump me …  cast me aside, and then when he's a bit lonely or probably not getting any pussy, he comes crawling back to me."

Wyatt's eyebrows raise sky high, and he starts laughing about the time the word "pussy" comes out of my mouth. He reaches out and pulls me back into his arms, his shoulders shaking with humor.

"My girl has a dirty mouth when she gets mad," he observes.

"You're fucking right I do," I grouse, and because that makes Wyatt laugh even harder, I can't stop the chuckles that come out.

We resume our walk and the laughter dies down. Then Wyatt says something that makes my heart melt just a little bit more for him.

"Seriously though …  if you need to explore this with him, you should. I wouldn't hold you back from that."

I turn to look at him. "I don't want to."

He rewards me with a bright grin and loops his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in so our hips bump as we walk along the shore. "Good. I don't want you to either, but I thought I'd be a gentleman."

And that right there sort of sealed my fate where Wyatt Banks was concerned.





Chapter 21





Wyatt





I pull into the parking lot of the Last Call and see Hunter's car. Figured he'd be here and he's just the person I need to rant to. There are three other cars in the lot, but it's too early for any of his employees to be here so I'm assuming those were from patrons of last night's crowd too drunk to drive home. 

Still bristling with anger, I shut the car off and get out. I stalk up to the entrance door and pull on it, but it's locked. That's easily fixed by a swift banging on the tinted, Plexiglas door and in less than fifteen seconds, Hunter's there opening up to me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Hunter asks with surprise as I stomp past him.

"I'm here because of your annoying and completely frustrating fiancée. Dude, you have to get her under control," I grit out.

Hunter starts chuckling and walks past me. I follow him back to his office. "She must have done something really annoying then. I seem to recall you warning each and every one of us before you left the bar Saturday night that you would rain-what were the words-hellfire and destruction down on any of us if we disturbed you and Andrea for the next four days. The fact you'd leave your woman to come here to complain to me about Gabby means that she's really on your shit list."

He walks around his desk and sits down, leaning back in his chair. I flop down in a chair opposite his desk and kick my legs out. "Yeah …  I didn't leave my woman to come complain about Gabby. Gabby stole my woman out of my house this morning."