Wyatt
I bit my lip in an effort to stave off the girly squeal threatening to spill. “Girls’ night Friday, but I could come after. As long as Teddy can come on Saturday.”
He stroked my cheek. “You don’t even need to ask, baby. He’s always welcome.”
The warm fuzzies settled low in my belly. “Thanks.”
“Who are you goin’ out with on Friday?”
“Ripley and YaYa, and a few of YaYa’s friends.”
“Where?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know yet. Why?”
“Because I want a recruit on you.”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Dimp—”
“No,” I stressed, covering his mouth with my fingers. “I don’t know YaYa well, and have never met her friends, so the last thing I need is some weirdo following us.”
“What if I promise not to send a weirdo?”
“Still no. Jesus, Ripley’s already way too far up in my business, the last thing I
