Wyatt
Mason.
Fuck Mason.
Fuck him and smarmy good looks and roguish charm. Bethany had actually sounded thrilled that her daughter was going on the first swim of the season with him. And I couldn’t say I blamed them.
Mason was a much better candidate as Livs mate.
I couldn’t compete.
Slammed yet another cabinet door I finally found the mixing bowl. That got slammed down as well. If I didn’t calm down I was going to end up breaking her entire kitchen.
“What’s wrong?”Her voice was timid and I knew she was leaning against the door way as I huffed around her tiny kitchen in my tantrum but I couldn’t turn to her.
How could I compete with Mason.
Fuck him, stupid fish boy.
“Wyatt.” Her slim arms slid around my waist and I froze. I could feel her body pressed against mine. “What’s the
