TWO TATTERED SOULS
“I love being with you,” Wyatt says as if he’d read my thoughts.
I squeeze his hand. “I love being with you, too. We have fun together, right?”
“Always, Trinity.” He stops and glances down at me with a serious expression. “Not just the sex—although, that’s fucking awesome.”
“Fuck yeah, it is,” I tease, jabbing my finger in his gut. That was stupid. His stomach’s like a brick wall. “Ow. I think I broke a nail.”
“Nutty girl.” He tugs me along a faint path through the woods. The trail follows a small stream, and I keep stopping to see if there are any fish.
“We don’t have any poles,” Wyatt says, stopping to check the water with me.
“What, you can’t play Tarzan and catch one with your bare hands for me?”
He busts up laughing. “I can, if that’s what you want.” He stops and pulls me close. “What do you think about owning a cabin up here? Like this one?”
“We just built a house. You want to move here?” Is he suggesting leaving the club? I can’t imagine Wyatt wanting to do that.
“No. A vacation place. To get away from everything when we need to.”
“Oh. Sure,” I say off the cuff, certain he’s not serious, but his next words knock me sideways.
“It would make a nice wedding present for my girl.”
“What? Did you…is it ours?”
“Not yet. I wanted to see if we liked it first. The owner’s had it on the market for a while, so I think we can get it for a good price.”
The way he keeps saying we, even though I haven’t really done anything to contribute to our finances, I don’t know, it does something to me. It’s a silly thing to fixate on at the moment, but I can’t help it.
“I love it here. But I love wherever we go as long as we’re together.”
He gives me a soft smile and kisses my forehead.
“Really, Wyatt. Whatever you want is fine by me.”
“I’ve seen the pictures of your dream house on the beach,” he teases.
“Mmm…a hut in Belize where you can run around in a loin cloth all day would be perfection,” I joke back.
His mouth lifts into a sexy smirk. “That might be a little out of our price range right now.”
“Cabin in the woods works for me, too. I’ll follow you anywhere.”
He takes my hand again. We traipse through the woods together, enjoying the quiet. My stomach growls and I’m about to tell Wyatt I want to head back, when he suddenly stops.
“What?” I giggle and he shushes me.All the fun is sucked right out of our morning.
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Autumn was born and raised in upstate New York. She still enjoys all four seasons there with her very own alpha hero and their dogs.
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