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“What?”
“You can’t drive, right?”
“My sister was going to bring me,” she said.
“Well, now she doesn’t have to,” he said walking toward her.
“I don’t need your help, Wyatt,” she retorted trying to look unaffected by his chiseled chest that was perfectly showcased in the morning sun.
“Well, I need to help you. After all, I dropped my wrench,” he said with a smirk.
“Fine. Let me grab my purse and leave a note for Sam,” she said.
A few moments later, she was standing outside of Wyatt’s truck yet again. He took the crutches, tossed them into the back of the truck and picked her up.
“You have to stop picking me up, Wyatt,” she said knowing full well she never wanted him to stop picking her up.
“When you can walk, I will stop picking you up. Until then, get used to it,” he said slamming the door and walking around the truck.
“Seriously, why do you keep trying to take care of me? I can do it myself!” she snapped for no good reason. Wyatt turned to her before starting the ignition.
“Because whether you believe it or not, I am a decent man. I may be brash sometimes, and I might not be a sophisticated guy, but I am decent. When I see a woman in trouble, I’m going to help her. And if I was so mean to you in school, it seems to me that I have a lot of making up to do.” With that, he turned the key and started to drive.
“Ah, I see. You are doing this out of guilt?” she said raising an eyebrow.
Wyatt ignored her comment and continued driving. He was determined not to let her rile him up so early in the morning, although the way his knuckles were turning white holding the steering wheel was a dead giveaway.
“Just so you know, I don’t need your guilt. I am a grown woman. Just because you spent your teenage years being the world’s biggest jackass to me doesn’t mean you have to change who you are now…” she continued prodding.
Wyatt veered off the road wildly and slammed the brakes.
“Are you trying to kill us?” Madison yelled hanging on to the dashboard.
“Now you listen to me, Madison Carter! I am not doing anything out of guilt. Maybe I do feel bad for how I treated you in high school. Maybe I was a jackass. But what I am trying to do now is help a woman that I happen to like, okay?” he said staring at her with steely eyes.
“You like me?” she whispered quietly as she raised her eyes to meet his.
“Of course I like you. I thought that was obvious when I was looking at your butt,” he said with a snicker. “And when I carried you to the clinic. And when I brought you my crutches. And when I picked you up this morning,” he said.
“Listen, Wyatt, I appreciate all of the nice things. I really do. And I shouldn’t have been so snotty a minute ago. But you have to understand that a couple of days of being nice to me does not change the way I feel about several years of high school torment from you and your cronies. I’m sorry, but all of this stuff you are doing to win me over isn’t going to work,” she said looking straight ahead.
“Well, I will tell you what. I am going to continue being myself, Madison. And if you always hate me anyway, there isn’t a whole lot I can do about that, is there?” he said as he cranked the truck and continued down the road. Silence was the only passenger riding along with them.
***
Madison sat on the floor sketching out her plans for each room’s Christmas decor while Wyatt worked on refinishing the cabinets. No words were exchanged, and she was starting to feel bad about how she’d lashed out at him.
“Maddie? You in here?” Brooks’ voice boomed across the virtually empty home.
“In the kitchen!” Madison shouted as she attempted to get off the floor.
“Here, let me help you,” Brooks said with a smile as he pulled Madison up by her hand. Wyatt glared at them from across the
“What?”
“You can’t drive, right?”
“My sister was going to bring me,” she said.
“Well, now she doesn’t have to,” he said walking toward her.
“I don’t need your help, Wyatt,” she retorted trying to look unaffected by his chiseled chest that was perfectly showcased in the morning sun.
“Well, I need to help you. After all, I dropped my wrench,” he said with a smirk.
“Fine. Let me grab my purse and leave a note for Sam,” she said.
A few moments later, she was standing outside of Wyatt’s truck yet again. He took the crutches, tossed them into the back of the truck and picked her up.
“You have to stop picking me up, Wyatt,” she said knowing full well she never wanted him to stop picking her up.
“When you can walk, I will stop picking you up. Until then, get used to it,” he said slamming the door and walking around the truck.
“Seriously, why do you keep trying to take care of me? I can do it myself!” she snapped for no good reason. Wyatt turned to her before starting the ignition.
“Because whether you believe it or not, I am a decent man. I may be brash sometimes, and I might not be a sophisticated guy, but I am decent. When I see a woman in trouble, I’m going to help her. And if I was so mean to you in school, it seems to me that I have a lot of making up to do.” With that, he turned the key and started to drive.
“Ah, I see. You are doing this out of guilt?” she said raising an eyebrow.
Wyatt ignored her comment and continued driving. He was determined not to let her rile him up so early in the morning, although the way his knuckles were turning white holding the steering wheel was a dead giveaway.
“Just so you know, I don’t need your guilt. I am a grown woman. Just because you spent your teenage years being the world’s biggest jackass to me doesn’t mean you have to change who you are now…” she continued prodding.
Wyatt veered off the road wildly and slammed the brakes.
“Are you trying to kill us?” Madison yelled hanging on to the dashboard.
“Now you listen to me, Madison Carter! I am not doing anything out of guilt. Maybe I do feel bad for how I treated you in high school. Maybe I was a jackass. But what I am trying to do now is help a woman that I happen to like, okay?” he said staring at her with steely eyes.
“You like me?” she whispered quietly as she raised her eyes to meet his.
“Of course I like you. I thought that was obvious when I was looking at your butt,” he said with a snicker. “And when I carried you to the clinic. And when I brought you my crutches. And when I picked you up this morning,” he said.
“Listen, Wyatt, I appreciate all of the nice things. I really do. And I shouldn’t have been so snotty a minute ago. But you have to understand that a couple of days of being nice to me does not change the way I feel about several years of high school torment from you and your cronies. I’m sorry, but all of this stuff you are doing to win me over isn’t going to work,” she said looking straight ahead.
“Well, I will tell you what. I am going to continue being myself, Madison. And if you always hate me anyway, there isn’t a whole lot I can do about that, is there?” he said as he cranked the truck and continued down the road. Silence was the only passenger riding along with them.
***
Madison sat on the floor sketching out her plans for each room’s Christmas decor while Wyatt worked on refinishing the cabinets. No words were exchanged, and she was starting to feel bad about how she’d lashed out at him.
“Maddie? You in here?” Brooks’ voice boomed across the virtually empty home.
“In the kitchen!” Madison shouted as she attempted to get off the floor.
“Here, let me help you,” Brooks said with a smile as he pulled Madison up by her hand. Wyatt glared at them from across the
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