Wyatt
Two weeks later, I sat at my desk and pretended to stare at the company stats on my screen. I was supposed to be doing due diligence for the new business that wanted to sign with us, but I kept drifting off into a trance instead. I’d gone out to dinner with Dr. Hilliard the Friday before and the evening spent with Justin, as I had been ordered to call him, had been nice. But that was all it was. Nice.
Easy conversation that often lapsed into talking about Teddy, and a familiarity born of seeing the man every week for several years. He bored me. Don’t get me wrong, he was a very nice man. Gorgeous, even, but he didn’t have salt in his dark hair, or a beard, or muscles with veins for days, and he certainly didn’t make my body thrum the way one kiss from Sundance did.
No one did an
