"Danny." Wyatt's smile faltered, his gaze dropping to my arm. "What happened?" He slipped the phone in his pocket. I could hear it vibrate through his pants. He probably got off on it.
I shrugged. He didn't get to care about me. Not now. Not after months of silence, no apology, no trying to reach me. "I fell. It doesn't matter. What are you doing here?" I fumbled with the keys in my hand. The car my only real escape. I chewed on the inside of my cheek. If I got in it, I might truly melt in the heat.
He blew right past the injury, not a lick of concern "I missed you." He cooed, reaching a hand out to me. He grabbed my briefcase from my hand and I let it go easily. "I want to talk. I figured you wouldn't answer my text or calls."
"How would you know? It's not like you tried." Agitation ma
