kissed her, and she sighed, shocked to realize she was ready to go again.
It was going to be a long night.
Wyatt left Calliope’s house early the next morning before the sun came up.
She was on her stomach on the bed, buried under the blankets. Her face was flushed, her curls spread all over the pillow.
He’d never seen anything more beautiful.
She’d looked warm. He knew she would be. He could have shucked his clothes and climbed in the bed with her, woken her up by making love to her again.
Instead, he’d gotten dressed and left the house as quiet as he could so he wouldn’t wake her.
More like so he wouldn’t have to talk to her. Face her. Have that inevitable conversation about how this could never happen again.
Once had been bad enough. Though they hadn’t really done it once, had they? More like three times.
He started the truck and let it warm up while he cleaned off all the snow. A couple feet on the ground at least. Damn good snowfall, but the salt trucks and plows had been busy last night so the roads looked passable. He should make it just fine, though he doubted any of the businesses would be open today, including Calliope’s day care center.
He climbed in the truck and eased it away from the curb. It pulled right off the frozen snow mound and into the street without a problem.
The main roads were even better than the side streets. He should stop at the office, see if anyone made it in, but he decided he needed to go home, take a shower, grab something to eat.
He should have left her a note.
Nah. He wasn’t a note kind of guy. She’d figure it out. She was smart. Though it was rude to just leave.
Then again, she should be used to him being rude.
After all, she’d been nice enough to invite him in last night. She’d fed him. Hell, she’d slept with him.
And he’d just walked out on her this morning.
That made him an asshole. The kind of guy he’d been before. The kind of guy who’d been married to Cassandra.
Maybe he should stop being that kind of guy.
By the time he pulled into his garage at home, he’d decided too much introspection wasn’t good for him. It didn’t come out in his favor. He brewed some coffee and sat at the kitchen table, looking out at the piles of snow in his backyard, and wondering what the hell he was going to do with his day.
Right now he could be in bed with Calliope.
Instead, he was home.
Alone.
There was something inherently fucked about his decision-making.
Chapter Seven
Calliope blew an errant hair away from her face as she cleaned up one of the playrooms while the one-year-olds slumbered during nap time. The day care center had only been closed one day, and the kids obviously had snow fever, because they were all rambunctious and full of energy today. She was certain the parents were all happy to be back at work today and leave their wild little charges with her. The worst thing was the playground outside was still covered in snow, so they would have to deal with having the kids inside all day long.
Along with Wyatt and his men, who were working away inside the room addition.
He’d been gone yesterday by the time she woke. Normally a light sleeper, she must have been half-dead not to hear him dress and leave her house. Then again, they’d stayed up almost all night, and it wasn’t like they’d been leisurely playing cards. She blushed as she remembered exactly what they’d been doing all night long.
He’d greeted her with a nod this morning, back to his usual gruff demeanor.
Yeah, that wasn’t going to fly. She had a few things to say to him at the end of the day today. She was no mouse or doormat who would stand idly by and be treated this way.
She counted down the hours until the final child and the last of her employees left. Wyatt stayed behind after his two men headed out the door. She smiled at both of them, wished them a good-night, then locked the door behind them and headed into the new addition, determined to have a
It was going to be a long night.
Wyatt left Calliope’s house early the next morning before the sun came up.
She was on her stomach on the bed, buried under the blankets. Her face was flushed, her curls spread all over the pillow.
He’d never seen anything more beautiful.
She’d looked warm. He knew she would be. He could have shucked his clothes and climbed in the bed with her, woken her up by making love to her again.
Instead, he’d gotten dressed and left the house as quiet as he could so he wouldn’t wake her.
More like so he wouldn’t have to talk to her. Face her. Have that inevitable conversation about how this could never happen again.
Once had been bad enough. Though they hadn’t really done it once, had they? More like three times.
He started the truck and let it warm up while he cleaned off all the snow. A couple feet on the ground at least. Damn good snowfall, but the salt trucks and plows had been busy last night so the roads looked passable. He should make it just fine, though he doubted any of the businesses would be open today, including Calliope’s day care center.
He climbed in the truck and eased it away from the curb. It pulled right off the frozen snow mound and into the street without a problem.
The main roads were even better than the side streets. He should stop at the office, see if anyone made it in, but he decided he needed to go home, take a shower, grab something to eat.
He should have left her a note.
Nah. He wasn’t a note kind of guy. She’d figure it out. She was smart. Though it was rude to just leave.
Then again, she should be used to him being rude.
After all, she’d been nice enough to invite him in last night. She’d fed him. Hell, she’d slept with him.
And he’d just walked out on her this morning.
That made him an asshole. The kind of guy he’d been before. The kind of guy who’d been married to Cassandra.
Maybe he should stop being that kind of guy.
By the time he pulled into his garage at home, he’d decided too much introspection wasn’t good for him. It didn’t come out in his favor. He brewed some coffee and sat at the kitchen table, looking out at the piles of snow in his backyard, and wondering what the hell he was going to do with his day.
Right now he could be in bed with Calliope.
Instead, he was home.
Alone.
There was something inherently fucked about his decision-making.
Chapter Seven
Calliope blew an errant hair away from her face as she cleaned up one of the playrooms while the one-year-olds slumbered during nap time. The day care center had only been closed one day, and the kids obviously had snow fever, because they were all rambunctious and full of energy today. She was certain the parents were all happy to be back at work today and leave their wild little charges with her. The worst thing was the playground outside was still covered in snow, so they would have to deal with having the kids inside all day long.
Along with Wyatt and his men, who were working away inside the room addition.
He’d been gone yesterday by the time she woke. Normally a light sleeper, she must have been half-dead not to hear him dress and leave her house. Then again, they’d stayed up almost all night, and it wasn’t like they’d been leisurely playing cards. She blushed as she remembered exactly what they’d been doing all night long.
He’d greeted her with a nod this morning, back to his usual gruff demeanor.
Yeah, that wasn’t going to fly. She had a few things to say to him at the end of the day today. She was no mouse or doormat who would stand idly by and be treated this way.
She counted down the hours until the final child and the last of her employees left. Wyatt stayed behind after his two men headed out the door. She smiled at both of them, wished them a good-night, then locked the door behind them and headed into the new addition, determined to have a
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