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beating fast in my chest. Those simple words seemed to break him.
I wanted to touch him. I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to pull his hard body into my arms. It was a strange mix of compassion and hardcore lust. Instead of touching Wyatt, I took another physical step backward, giving the beat-down man his space.
“I’m glad you don’t have cancer.”
“Emma, you don’t have a very good pokerface.”
“What do you mean?”
He let out a deep breath. “Look, if you’re gonna keep coming here, I’m just saying this upfront: don’t go home dreaming up any ideas. We are not getting involved with each other. And you’re not here to fix me.”
“So now you’re self-confident enough to think that I’m pining away for you as I fall sleep every night. We just met, Wyatt. I’m just trying to be nice.”
“Your face is transparent as hell, okay? I’m just warning you. I am not available for something like that. My life is really complicated. I’m just trying to make sure you understand before feelings get hurt and there’s crying and shit.”
“I get it, okay? Complicated. No personal questions. I’m not going home and writing your name in hearts or anything.” I smiled at him, trying to salvage the afternoon, trying to recover the damage, trying to pretend his stupid comments didn’t bother me. “I could just be your friend, you know. Could you do that much?”
“I don’t know, Emma.” His raspy voice hung on my name again.
“You know what I think? I think your heart is too big for your own good. That’s why you get like this. You’re overanalyzing it all. We can be friends, Wyatt.”
“You don’t know anything. Don’t be twisting shit up in your head and making me into something I’m not. I just want to be left alone.”
“I don’t have to twist things up. I see it. You don’t have the pokerface you think you have either. And no one likes to be alone. You like it that I’m here. Just admit it.”
“You are here because you won’t stay away. You show up here, knocking on my door, making me feel guilty. Girls like you are used to always getting their way. No one ever tells you no. It doesn’t work that way with me.”
“I’m here because you invited me back, you jerk!” I spat at him. “You think hurting my feelings will make me leave?”
“I hurt your feelings ? You rebound faster than Charlie, running around here, sticking your nose into things, no matter how many times I tell you to mind your own damn business.”
“Why are you such an awful person?”
“Do you think asking a hundred annoying questions will make me finally answer one?” He glared back at me as we slipped into a competitive stare.
“Yes.”
“The answer is no. There are things you don’t know about me. And I don’t want you to know them. I am not some do-gooder here who takes care of a bunch of mutts. I’m the bad guy. You need to get that through your blonde head. And . . . I’m taking back my invite.”
“You can’t take it back.”
“I can, and I just did. Go home, Emma.” His voice bit hard on my name.
“Wyatt, come on.”
“Go say goodbye to Charlie. Then get your shit and leave. We’re done here. Don’t come back.”
With that, Wyatt opened the play area and Gus came trotting out. I stood frozen in place, watching the backside of the most complicated and irritating person I’d ever met. He was no bruised or rotten apple. Wyatt was an onion; the nasty purple kind that ruined everything.
I pulled Charlie out and carried him toward the kennel. His giant ears stood alert, looking for Gus. Hugging him tighter to my chest, I felt sad and angry. I couldn’t say goodbye to Charlie forever. Not yet anyway, and not because Wyatt had decided to have a temper tantrum.
“Charlie. Don’t listen to him.” I scratched behind his brown ears and then under the gray chin. His sweet eyes watched me talk. “I’ll be back to see you again.”
Closing the gate, my flip-flops clicked as I
I wanted to touch him. I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to pull his hard body into my arms. It was a strange mix of compassion and hardcore lust. Instead of touching Wyatt, I took another physical step backward, giving the beat-down man his space.
“I’m glad you don’t have cancer.”
“Emma, you don’t have a very good pokerface.”
“What do you mean?”
He let out a deep breath. “Look, if you’re gonna keep coming here, I’m just saying this upfront: don’t go home dreaming up any ideas. We are not getting involved with each other. And you’re not here to fix me.”
“So now you’re self-confident enough to think that I’m pining away for you as I fall sleep every night. We just met, Wyatt. I’m just trying to be nice.”
“Your face is transparent as hell, okay? I’m just warning you. I am not available for something like that. My life is really complicated. I’m just trying to make sure you understand before feelings get hurt and there’s crying and shit.”
“I get it, okay? Complicated. No personal questions. I’m not going home and writing your name in hearts or anything.” I smiled at him, trying to salvage the afternoon, trying to recover the damage, trying to pretend his stupid comments didn’t bother me. “I could just be your friend, you know. Could you do that much?”
“I don’t know, Emma.” His raspy voice hung on my name again.
“You know what I think? I think your heart is too big for your own good. That’s why you get like this. You’re overanalyzing it all. We can be friends, Wyatt.”
“You don’t know anything. Don’t be twisting shit up in your head and making me into something I’m not. I just want to be left alone.”
“I don’t have to twist things up. I see it. You don’t have the pokerface you think you have either. And no one likes to be alone. You like it that I’m here. Just admit it.”
“You are here because you won’t stay away. You show up here, knocking on my door, making me feel guilty. Girls like you are used to always getting their way. No one ever tells you no. It doesn’t work that way with me.”
“I’m here because you invited me back, you jerk!” I spat at him. “You think hurting my feelings will make me leave?”
“I hurt your feelings ? You rebound faster than Charlie, running around here, sticking your nose into things, no matter how many times I tell you to mind your own damn business.”
“Why are you such an awful person?”
“Do you think asking a hundred annoying questions will make me finally answer one?” He glared back at me as we slipped into a competitive stare.
“Yes.”
“The answer is no. There are things you don’t know about me. And I don’t want you to know them. I am not some do-gooder here who takes care of a bunch of mutts. I’m the bad guy. You need to get that through your blonde head. And . . . I’m taking back my invite.”
“You can’t take it back.”
“I can, and I just did. Go home, Emma.” His voice bit hard on my name.
“Wyatt, come on.”
“Go say goodbye to Charlie. Then get your shit and leave. We’re done here. Don’t come back.”
With that, Wyatt opened the play area and Gus came trotting out. I stood frozen in place, watching the backside of the most complicated and irritating person I’d ever met. He was no bruised or rotten apple. Wyatt was an onion; the nasty purple kind that ruined everything.
I pulled Charlie out and carried him toward the kennel. His giant ears stood alert, looking for Gus. Hugging him tighter to my chest, I felt sad and angry. I couldn’t say goodbye to Charlie forever. Not yet anyway, and not because Wyatt had decided to have a temper tantrum.
“Charlie. Don’t listen to him.” I scratched behind his brown ears and then under the gray chin. His sweet eyes watched me talk. “I’ll be back to see you again.”
Closing the gate, my flip-flops clicked as I
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