outside my window told me summer hadn't quite loosened its grip yet, even though the calendar said autumn had officially arrived. I wanted to be out in that sunshine. I wanted to be out looking for my wedding dress. Where was a doctor, any doctor ?
The Price Is Right was over. I said to Siana , "How did your date go last night?"
"Slowly."
I gave her a sympathetic look and she sighed. "He was a nice guy, but… no spark. I want sparks. I want a whole box of sparklers. I want what you have with Wyatt, some guy looking at me as if he could eat me up, and I want him to."
Just using the words Wyatt and eat in the same sentence made me feel warm and squirmy. No doubt about it, he had me programmed.
"I waited a long time for Wyatt. I even waited for two years after he dumped me." That was still a sore point with me, that he'd dumped me after just three dates because he thought I was high maintenance.
"You didn't exactly wait ," she said, amused. "You went out on dates. A lot of them, as I remember."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of movement at the door. The movement stopped. No one came into the room.
"But I didn't sleep with any of them," I pointed out. "That's waiting."
Wyatt still didn't enter the room. He was staying just out of sight, listening. I knew it was him; I'd figured he would come visit around lunch, if he could get free. He had a sneaky streak that was a mile wide; he was such a cop, he couldn't resist eavesdropping just to see if he could hear anything interesting.
I caught Siana's eye, narrowed my gaze, and indicated the door. She gave a quick little grin and said, "You always said you wanted to use his SDS."
I hadn't, but the Southern Women's Code said that eavesdroppers of the male variety should always get their ears full. Siana's quick thinking delighted me. "His SDS was what interested me from the first. I really wanted access to it."
"It must be impressive."
"It is, but the responsiveness is at least as important. There's no point in having a large SDS if it won't do what I want it to do—sort of like a bank."
She muffled a snort of laughter. "I'm looking for a great SDS, too. I see no reason why I can't fall in love with a guy who has one and can handle my requirements."
"I don't either. I— Come in," I called, interrupting myself to answer Wyatt's abbreviated, belated rap on the door. He pushed the door the rest of the way open and came in, his expression set and unreadable. Anger made his green eyes even brighter, and I had to swallow an impulse to laugh. We hadn't been together all that long, but from the beginning getting the best of him had been difficult.
Siana was smiling as she got to her feet. "Great," she said. "I need to stretch my legs. I'm going down to the cafeteria for a bite to eat. Want me to bring something back?"
"No, I'm good," he growled. "Thanks." The thanks was tacked on as an afterthought. Wyatt was mad, and he was determined to wring the truth about his SDS out of me as soon as Siana was gone. He didn't shy away from a fight, like most men did, and my having a slight concussion didn't mean he'd cut me any slack.
He firmly closed the door behind her, not noticing the sly wink she gave me just as she slipped out. Then he stalked to my bedside, all aggressive, menacing male. His dark brows were lowered in a fierce glare that he pinned on me.
"All right," he said evenly. "I want to hear all about how you were only interested in me because you wanted access to my SDS."
I thought Wyatt and eat and felt my cheeks begin to turn pink. Yep, it was foolproof. Wasn't that a useful thing to find out? I squirmed in delight. "Oh, you heard that ? " I asked, glancing away from him and trying my best to look guilty.
"I heard." His tone was grim. He seized my chin; he didn't jerk my head, because even as angry as he was he was mindful of my concussion, but he made it plain he intended for me to look at him. I met his angry gaze, and let my own eyes go wide.
"I didn't
The Price Is Right was over. I said to Siana , "How did your date go last night?"
"Slowly."
I gave her a sympathetic look and she sighed. "He was a nice guy, but… no spark. I want sparks. I want a whole box of sparklers. I want what you have with Wyatt, some guy looking at me as if he could eat me up, and I want him to."
Just using the words Wyatt and eat in the same sentence made me feel warm and squirmy. No doubt about it, he had me programmed.
"I waited a long time for Wyatt. I even waited for two years after he dumped me." That was still a sore point with me, that he'd dumped me after just three dates because he thought I was high maintenance.
"You didn't exactly wait ," she said, amused. "You went out on dates. A lot of them, as I remember."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of movement at the door. The movement stopped. No one came into the room.
"But I didn't sleep with any of them," I pointed out. "That's waiting."
Wyatt still didn't enter the room. He was staying just out of sight, listening. I knew it was him; I'd figured he would come visit around lunch, if he could get free. He had a sneaky streak that was a mile wide; he was such a cop, he couldn't resist eavesdropping just to see if he could hear anything interesting.
I caught Siana's eye, narrowed my gaze, and indicated the door. She gave a quick little grin and said, "You always said you wanted to use his SDS."
I hadn't, but the Southern Women's Code said that eavesdroppers of the male variety should always get their ears full. Siana's quick thinking delighted me. "His SDS was what interested me from the first. I really wanted access to it."
"It must be impressive."
"It is, but the responsiveness is at least as important. There's no point in having a large SDS if it won't do what I want it to do—sort of like a bank."
She muffled a snort of laughter. "I'm looking for a great SDS, too. I see no reason why I can't fall in love with a guy who has one and can handle my requirements."
"I don't either. I— Come in," I called, interrupting myself to answer Wyatt's abbreviated, belated rap on the door. He pushed the door the rest of the way open and came in, his expression set and unreadable. Anger made his green eyes even brighter, and I had to swallow an impulse to laugh. We hadn't been together all that long, but from the beginning getting the best of him had been difficult.
Siana was smiling as she got to her feet. "Great," she said. "I need to stretch my legs. I'm going down to the cafeteria for a bite to eat. Want me to bring something back?"
"No, I'm good," he growled. "Thanks." The thanks was tacked on as an afterthought. Wyatt was mad, and he was determined to wring the truth about his SDS out of me as soon as Siana was gone. He didn't shy away from a fight, like most men did, and my having a slight concussion didn't mean he'd cut me any slack.
He firmly closed the door behind her, not noticing the sly wink she gave me just as she slipped out. Then he stalked to my bedside, all aggressive, menacing male. His dark brows were lowered in a fierce glare that he pinned on me.
"All right," he said evenly. "I want to hear all about how you were only interested in me because you wanted access to my SDS."
I thought Wyatt and eat and felt my cheeks begin to turn pink. Yep, it was foolproof. Wasn't that a useful thing to find out? I squirmed in delight. "Oh, you heard that ? " I asked, glancing away from him and trying my best to look guilty.
"I heard." His tone was grim. He seized my chin; he didn't jerk my head, because even as angry as he was he was mindful of my concussion, but he made it plain he intended for me to look at him. I met his angry gaze, and let my own eyes go wide.
"I didn't
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