Wyatt
“How would you suggest I do that?”
“I get that we’ve had a few bumps, Wyatt, but I think, now that we’ve worked out our miscommunications, we’re on solid ground.”
“Is that what you think?”
“Tell me where I’m wrong.”
“Unfortunately, Mr. Graves, I don’t have time to do that. I have work to do.”
“I’ll come by your place tonight and we can talk.”
I stepped out from behind my desk. “I’m busy tonight.”
“Look at me when you lie to me, Dimples.”
“I’d rather not,” I muttered.
He chuckled. “I’ll pick up Chinese.”
“Sunny—”
“There’s my girl.”
Hearing the relief in his tone, I met his eyes and melted when he smiled gently.
“Stop,” I whispered, looking away again.
“We’ll talk tonight,” he said.
I swallowed, meeting his eyes again. “I can’t be in a relationship with someone who isn
