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him the most intoxicating, addictive days of sex he’d ever had, then left. Like what they shared hadn’t mattered.
His entire body tensed at the thought and he forced himself to breathe normally. Getting pissed
about it wouldn’t do him any good. He just needed to figure out why she’d left and make sure he kept her in his life this time. Because life without her was unthinkable.
“What’s wrong?” she asked quietly. Iris’s breathing was steady, but he’d known she wasn’t
sleeping. He didn’t like that she read him so well.
“Nothing.” The answer was automatic.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Just thinking.” Oh yeah, that answer was going to pacify her.
“About?”
“I thought you told me to go to sleep.”
“Don’t be a smartass.” There was a tiny bite of censure in her words.
Wyatt loved getting her riled up. “You, me, other stuff. My dad died a couple weeks ago.” He’d
been planning to tell her, but hadn’t wanted to in front of anyone else.
She sucked in a sharp breath and started to turn around, but he held her tight. The room was dark,
their sources of light the digital clock and streams of moonlight coming in through the exposed
window in the bathroom. Iris must have left the bathroom door open for a source of visibility. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
They’d done nothing but argue the past month every time they talked and the truth was, he’d
emotionally buried his father years ago. “It wasn’t important.” Mainly because he’d known she’d
have insisted on going with him to the funeral and it would have been out of pity, nothing else.
She cursed under her breath, then said, “Did you have a funeral?”
“Yeah, it was just me and some of his old war buddies. I didn’t stay long.” His father had been a
drunk and a dick. Once Wyatt had become financially secure he’d taken care of all his father’s
financials but in the end liver cancer had taken him. Not exactly surprising.
“I don’t blame you. He was an asshole.”
Wyatt smiled into her hair. Iris didn’t sugarcoat things very often and she was right, his father had been that.
“I wish I’d been there for you though, I know that must have been tough,” she whispered, her hand
tightening on his.
He wished she’d been there too, but didn’t want to talk about it. “What time are you waking up?”
“Gotta get up at six to get ready and meet with the morning crew. I set the alarm on my phone, but
I’ll be quiet when I leave your room.”
“Our room,” he said automatically. When she didn’t respond, he persisted. “Say it.”
She let out a sigh of exasperation. “Only because you won’t let me sleep if I don’t. Fine, our
room.”
“You know everything I have is yours.” Something she didn’t seem to understand. He’d tried to
give her a diamond ring, but she’d looked so uncomfortable wearing it, he’d had a simple platinum
band personalized instead. He could feel it on her now as her fingers interlocked with his. It pleased him more than he’d imagined that she’d put it back on. It meant she’d packed it with her.
“Hmm,” she murmured, snuggling tighter against him. “Go to sleep.”
Wyatt could have pushed her, but there was no point. He sure as hell didn’t want to argue, he just
wanted to hold the woman he loved and get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. And love her, he did.
More than anything. More than all his fucking money; a knowledge that scared the shit out of him.
He’d grown up dirt poor with a father who’d blown almost every dime on alcohol. Money had
been Wyatt’s way of gaining security. Now he had enough to last too many lifetimes to count. Some
days he’d worried that it would never be enough.
Until Iris had strolled back into his life. Technically they’d never truly lost contact. She’d stayed in the Corps longer than him and he’d been busy trying to get rich. But after she’d gotten out, they’d been in constant contact
His entire body tensed at the thought and he forced himself to breathe normally. Getting pissed
about it wouldn’t do him any good. He just needed to figure out why she’d left and make sure he kept her in his life this time. Because life without her was unthinkable.
“What’s wrong?” she asked quietly. Iris’s breathing was steady, but he’d known she wasn’t
sleeping. He didn’t like that she read him so well.
“Nothing.” The answer was automatic.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Just thinking.” Oh yeah, that answer was going to pacify her.
“About?”
“I thought you told me to go to sleep.”
“Don’t be a smartass.” There was a tiny bite of censure in her words.
Wyatt loved getting her riled up. “You, me, other stuff. My dad died a couple weeks ago.” He’d
been planning to tell her, but hadn’t wanted to in front of anyone else.
She sucked in a sharp breath and started to turn around, but he held her tight. The room was dark,
their sources of light the digital clock and streams of moonlight coming in through the exposed
window in the bathroom. Iris must have left the bathroom door open for a source of visibility. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
They’d done nothing but argue the past month every time they talked and the truth was, he’d
emotionally buried his father years ago. “It wasn’t important.” Mainly because he’d known she’d
have insisted on going with him to the funeral and it would have been out of pity, nothing else.
She cursed under her breath, then said, “Did you have a funeral?”
“Yeah, it was just me and some of his old war buddies. I didn’t stay long.” His father had been a
drunk and a dick. Once Wyatt had become financially secure he’d taken care of all his father’s
financials but in the end liver cancer had taken him. Not exactly surprising.
“I don’t blame you. He was an asshole.”
Wyatt smiled into her hair. Iris didn’t sugarcoat things very often and she was right, his father had been that.
“I wish I’d been there for you though, I know that must have been tough,” she whispered, her hand
tightening on his.
He wished she’d been there too, but didn’t want to talk about it. “What time are you waking up?”
“Gotta get up at six to get ready and meet with the morning crew. I set the alarm on my phone, but
I’ll be quiet when I leave your room.”
“Our room,” he said automatically. When she didn’t respond, he persisted. “Say it.”
She let out a sigh of exasperation. “Only because you won’t let me sleep if I don’t. Fine, our
room.”
“You know everything I have is yours.” Something she didn’t seem to understand. He’d tried to
give her a diamond ring, but she’d looked so uncomfortable wearing it, he’d had a simple platinum
band personalized instead. He could feel it on her now as her fingers interlocked with his. It pleased him more than he’d imagined that she’d put it back on. It meant she’d packed it with her.
“Hmm,” she murmured, snuggling tighter against him. “Go to sleep.”
Wyatt could have pushed her, but there was no point. He sure as hell didn’t want to argue, he just
wanted to hold the woman he loved and get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. And love her, he did.
More than anything. More than all his fucking money; a knowledge that scared the shit out of him.
He’d grown up dirt poor with a father who’d blown almost every dime on alcohol. Money had
been Wyatt’s way of gaining security. Now he had enough to last too many lifetimes to count. Some
days he’d worried that it would never be enough.
Until Iris had strolled back into his life. Technically they’d never truly lost contact. She’d stayed in the Corps longer than him and he’d been busy trying to get rich. But after she’d gotten out, they’d been in constant contact
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