Chapter Seven
Sabrina woke up on Monday morning feeling a bit sore and a whole lot satisfied.
Two days of pretty much nonstop sex would do that to a girl. It made her wonder what sexy shenanigans they would get into today. They had another whole day together, and she was certain those two men wouldn’t waste it.
She yawned and stretched and wondered where her love gods had gotten off to. The clock told her it wasn’t exactly early, so she would bet her men had decided to let her sleep in while they started work. Living in a cabin like this wasn’t as easy as her mom’s home in North Carolina. Sawyer would check on the generator, ensure they had enough dry firewood. Wyatt would start breakfast and coffee.
How had she lived for years in the two-story her mom had bought after she’d left the Army and never truly felt at home? She didn’t even realize it. Not feeling cozy and safe, like nothing bad could ever happen here, had been normal to her. Until she’d come to Bliss.
The heavenly smell of coffee wafted through. Soon there would be bacon and eggs and toast.
She got on her knees, looking out the window over the big bed in the room they’d shared during these stolen days. It had a view out to what she considered the backyard, though it wasn’t like there was a fence or anything. It was a window to an almost magical world. Everything was still white and shining in the sunlight. Every now and then she would look out one of the windows and see a moose or deer or elk ambling across the snow-covered ground. She’d caught sight of bunnies hopping back to their lairs. Bella would bark at all of them as though welcoming them to her world.
There was a line of footprints leading from the large building in the back toward the cabin. She couldn’t tell if they were coming or going, but she bet she knew where Sawyer was this morning.
She would miss this place.
One more day and then she would have to go back to the real world.
The door opened and Wyatt walked in, carrying a mug. “Good morning, sunshine.”
He was so beautiful. His golden hair curled slightly around his ears and he smiled that breathtaking smile of his. She could practically feel the man’s arms around her.
She worried she would always be able to feel them.
“Good morning.” She didn’t bother to bring the sheet around her chest. They’d spent so much time naked it didn’t bother her anymore. “Is Sawyer out in the shop?”
She’d been into the building Sawyer called his shop. It was full of all kinds of tools capable of severing various body parts. Or building furniture.
There had been a lot of sex, but also a lot of talking. She’d learned Sawyer’s hobby was building furniture from recycled wood. According to Wyatt, he spent hours and hours out there. He’d built the beautiful dining room table and the ones in the living room she thought were fascinating. He’d built the rocking chairs on the porch she hadn’t sat in because it was too cold. But she could see how nice it would be to sit there in the warmer times and watch the beauty of all this nature around them.
Wyatt handed her the mug and sat on the edge of the bed. There was a bit of wariness in his expression now. “Yeah. He’s been there since dawn, I think. I already took him a thermos of coffee. He might be a while.”
“It’s his thinking place, isn’t it?” At first Sawyer had been completely focused on her, but last night, she’d noticed him pulling away. He hadn’t come to bed with her and Wyatt, telling them he needed to take Bella out for a walk.
“It’s his hiding place,” Wyatt corrected. “I’m afraid he’s going to be in there most of the day.”
“Because he knows I’m leaving tomorrow, and he hasn’t changed his mind.” She hadn’t expected him to, but it hurt her heart. Over the last two days she’d grown to like Sawyer. He was taciturn, but it was simply who he was. It was like having resting-bitch face. He had active-asshole personality syndrome. Deep down he was a good man, a kind man, but one with walls he had no interest in tearing down.
“I don’t know.” Wyatt’s big hand came out to cup her cheek. “I think the fact he’s hiding is actually a good sign. He likes to think about things. If he’d completely made up his mind, I think he would be in here getting as much sex as he possibly could before he has to let you go.”
“You can’t push him into this,” Sabrina warned.
“If I don’t, then how will I get what I want?” Wyatt asked. There were moments when she could see the lonely boy he’d been.
“What do you want, Wyatt?” She needed to hear it. They’d played around it. She knew they wanted to take her together, likely tonight. She needed to know if Wyatt wanted more than double penetration.
“I want to see if this thing can work between all three of us,” he said quietly, his eyes staring right into hers, holding her gaze with quiet sincerity. “I’m crazy about you, Sabrina. I know it sounds dumb, but I saw you and I knew I’d come to Bliss for a reason. But, baby, we should talk about my past. I might have been able to stay out of jail, but it wasn’t because I didn’t commit crimes. There will be people who don’t think I’m good enough for you.”
She didn’t care about them. “I don’t live my life by anyone’s opinion but my own.”
“Not even your sister’s?” Wyatt asked.
She’d thought about this in the last couple of days. Oh, she’d told herself she would live in the moment, but she couldn’t help but think about the future. “I love my sister. She doesn’t get to choose who I spend my time with. I have some questions for you. I’ve been thinking about what’s been said over the last couple of days, and I’m pretty sure I’ve been able to put together some puzzle pieces. Sawyer went into the MC because his brother was an asshole who didn’t even appreciate how Sawyer was willing to put his life on the line to save him.”
One side of Wyatt’s mouth quirked up. “That is accurate.”
“And you were there because your father was the president, and then your brother took over when he died. From what you’ve said it sounds more like a cult than a motorcycle club. You were raised in their world. Did you even know what you did was wrong?”
“Did I know running drugs and guns was wrong?” He seemed to think about the question for a moment. “I suppose I didn’t when I was young. It was the family business. I went to school, but I was taught to keep to myself. The only kids I was allowed to play with were the other MC kids.”
“They isolated you. Like a cult.” She’d heard Sawyer use the word to describe Wyatt’s childhood. At first she’d thought he was exaggerating, but as she’d pieced some things together, she’d come to realize how accurate it was.
Wyatt’s hand came out to brush back her hair. “But I did know later. I knew what my father taught me was bullshit. I figured out there was a whole other world out there, and Sawyer’s the reason. The years he spent with the Horde changed my life. He taught me I didn’t have to be this asshole who cared about nothing but loyalty to a bunch of other assholes. I didn’t have to accept I would likely spend half my adult life in jail. He gave me the courage to get out, but I did do things I’m not proud of.”
She didn’t want him to think she was a saint. “We’ve all done things we’re not proud of. I once kept a library book for three weeks overdue and I didn’t even pay the fine because the check-out guy liked me. I flirted with him so he would clear my three dollar and forty-two cent fine.”
“Uhm, baby. We are not the same.” But there was a smile curling up his lips, and he brought her hand up to kiss it. He sighed. “I promise you I’ve left my family behind, and I won’t ever go back. I paid my debts to the Horde and I’m free. I have a decent job and I’m planning on taking some business courses at the college in Alamosa. I’m good with numbers, and I like the work.”
“Good. Then maybe I can use you sometime.” Given the situation she was in with the school being so rural, she had to jump on any expert she could find. Caleb Burke was already signed on to teach Will and Bobby’s anatomy course.
His expression turned wolfish. “Baby, you can use me anytime you like.”
“I meant at school.” The man really did have sex on the brain. “Right now I’m doing all our bookkeeping, and I hate it. Marie said she would handle it but she kind of scares me, and I think she might be the kind who questions every expenditure. She said she didn’t understand why we needed so many tissues when all the kids could just wear long sleeves and use those.”
She was almost sure Marie had been joking, but there was enough doubt she had to consider she wasn’t.
“I would be more than happy to help you, but maybe you should talk to the school board,” he offered with a wince. “I want to be upfront. I don’t want to be your dirty little secret. That’s what Sawyer thinks we should do. Or I should do. Date you but not in a way anyone could see. He thinks I’ll ruin your reputation, and he might be right.”
She needed to make a few things clear to him. “Sawyer sees the world through poop-colored glasses. His hot bod houses the soul of Eeyore.”
“I think he would say he’s being realistic. He doesn’t exactly fit in.”
She’d thought about this, too. She’d been in Bliss for months. Not once had anyone said “hey, stay away from the dude on the mountain. He’s trouble.” They did wonder why he didn’t come to any of the town functions. She’d heard Rachel Harper complain because she had friends she needed to set up and Sawyer was single and uninterested. His disinterest clearly frustrated Rachel’s inner matchmaker. “Only because he doesn’t want to. I’ve heard a lot about how he’s the baddest man in Bliss. Do you know who says it?”
Wyatt nodded. “Sawyer.”
“Exactly. He sees what he wants to see because he’s not willing to risk getting hurt. No one in town thinks less of him for trying to save his brother. Now I have heard they think less of him because of his wine selection. Boxed wine shouldn’t be the only option,” Sabrina explained and then sighed. Just because she understood the man didn’t mean she could change him. “I don’t think he’s going to turn around. So the question becomes are we a packaged deal? Do you think you would want to date me if Sawyer won’t?”
This was the question she’d been afraid to ask. She’d started this whole weekend with the knowledge that it wouldn’t be forever. But what if Wyatt had been honest with her? What if he hadn’t been trying to get into her panties and he really did have a thing for her? She definitely had a thing for him and didn’t see why they wouldn’t explore the connection between them. Unless he only wanted a woman Sawyer wanted, too.
“Sabrina Leal, you are not getting away from me. I worked too hard to get you right where I wanted,” he said, kissing her palm. “Marie did bring me the complaints. I’m pretty sure they got lost on my desk.”
“You asshole.” But she said it with a smile. It was nice to be pursued. It made it easy to make the decision. “And don’t worry about the town. If they could forgive Alexei Markov, who literally brought an entire Russian syndicate down on their heads once and then an assassin, they’ll forgive you for being born. You didn’t have a choice. And when you did, you got out. You’re kind of in the best place possible for second chances.”
“All right, then. I’ll stop with the warnings. And you’ll stop going out with those deputies,” he said. “I didn’t like watching you with them.”
Such a stalker. They would have to work on the behavior. “They were nice.”
“But they weren’t for you,” he said solemnly. “I’m for you. Sawyer’s for you. Even if he’s too stubborn to admit it.”
She needed him to be sure. “You have to be ready for him to never change his mind.”
“How about you? You okay with just you and me?”
She was more than okay. “I am. I’ll be honest, I’ve wondered if Sawyer wouldn’t be interested in joining us from time to time, but I don’t know if I can handle a relationship like that for very long. Wyatt, you should know I went a little wild this weekend, but I want a marriage at some point. I want a family. I’m not saying you have to ask me to marry you. But I would like to date someone who is open to the possibility.”
“I am open to the possibility.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “And I hope you remember I’m new to this whole dating thing, so I’ll probably get some things wrong. We didn’t date in the MC. There were two kinds of women…”
She shook her head and put a finger to his lips. “Nope. You can keep all those explanations. I’ll handle our dating life. How about we have dinner at Trio tomorrow night? Ooo, or I could come to Hell on Wheels.”
“Trio it is.” Wyatt kissed her, brushing his lips over hers this time. “There’s actual food at Trio. All we have is fried stuff. It’s starting to affect my gut. Trio sounds like the perfect place to go for our first date. Everyone will know we’re together, and they’ll stop trying to set my girl up.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that since you seem to have skipped a couple of phases,” a deep voice said from behind the closed door. “Of regular dating. Like coming over to meet the girl’s family before you spend a weekend together.”
Sabrina screamed and coffee went flying as she tried to duck under the covers because the voice had come from right behind the closed door, and it had not been Sawyer.
“Sorry, sweetie. I wanted to come up and check on you,” Mel said from the hallway. “Cassidy and your sister have been real worried about you. I reminded them you’re a smart, capable woman, and Sawyer and Wyatt are good men. But your sister is worried they’ll take advantage, and Cass is real worried about alien activity. You’re of a breeding age, so we have to be careful. Now I told them the Neluts won’t be looking to mate for another couple of months, and Sawyer’s granddaddy was always real careful about making sure this place wasn’t attractive to them. That’s why there’s always wildflowers around. They can’t stand the smell.”
“My fake dad is here,” Sabrina whispered. “And I’m naked.”
Wyatt ducked under the covers with her. “We can stay here. Maybe he’ll go away.”
Mel proved he wasn’t going anywhere soon. “Elisa wanted to come up herself, but I explained if she was on the back of the snowmobile, we wouldn’t have any place to put you. And hers isn’t rigged right to get all the way up here. It’s better in the valley.”
“He’s not going away.” She’d told her sister she wasn’t going to go wild. And then she’d gone wild, and now she felt like a teenager who’d gotten caught.
“Is he going to kill me? Is that what fake dads do?” Wyatt asked.
“Sabrina, you okay in there?” Mel asked.
“Yes.” She had to handle this like the adult she was. “Yes. I am fine. I was straightening up in here and I’ll be out momentarily. I wasn’t expecting company. Elisa said no one would be able to get me until Tuesday.”
“Like I said, those county vehicles don’t have the get up and go mine has. It’s the small nuclear engine I got from some friendly… Well, see, they don’t like the term space pirates,” Mel began.
Sabrina winced as she pushed back the covers. “Sawyer’s going to kill me. I got coffee everywhere.”
“I’ll handle it,” Wyatt said, rolling off the bed. “I’m surprisingly good at laundry. I’ve never met a girlfriend’s father before. Okay. I’ve never actually had a girlfriend in the traditional sense. Just a bunch of club whor…”
She gave him her best schoolteacher finger. “Do not finish that sentence, Wyatt Kemp.”
“Yes, ma’am. What I meant to say was my relationships before this were mostly transactional.” His lips shut, and he handed her the clothes she’d been wearing the day she’d joined them. She’d made do with their T-shirts and sweats she had to tie around her waist.
It hadn’t been hard since she hadn’t worn clothes much. She’d cuddled with them under blankets while they watched movies and lounged on Sawyer’s lap while they sat by the fire and talked. They’d seemed endlessly interested in her stories from the teaching battlefield.
How was it already ending? She pulled on her clothes with shaking hands. Only a few moments before she’d told Wyatt she accepted Sawyer wasn’t going to stick around, but now, faced with it, she had to tamp down some panic.
She wasn’t going to be the woman who didn’t take a man at his word. She wasn’t going to push Sawyer. She certainly wasn’t going to sit around and hope he changed his mind.
“It’s okay.” Wyatt had pulled a shirt on and got into her space. “So your dad knows. Let’s stop calling him fake because it’s obvious the feelings are real.” He grinned. “See, I’m learning feelings are important and about more than anger. The therapy’s working. I’m going to see if Mel would like to join us for breakfast.”
It was probably better than hustling him out of the house and pretending nothing had happened. Wyatt’s calm helped her balance. “Okay. I’m going to use the bathroom and I’ll be right out. Wyatt, you can tell him we’re dating but maybe…”
“You and I had the most wonderful weekend. I’m so grateful you got stuck here because I fell hard for you. And Sawyer worked in his shop. That’s all anyone needs to know.” Wyatt kissed her forehead and walked off to handle Mel.
She could so fall in love with him.
But she worried she would always miss Sawyer.
She took a long breath. Reality was back, and she had to face it. At least she wouldn’t be doing it alone.
* * * *
Wyatt made sure his shirt was straight as he walked out of the bedroom where he’d spent the absolute best days of his life. The weekend had been everything he could have hoped for.
With the exception of Sawyer being such a scaredy cat. He’d known the minute he’d woken up and realized Sawyer wasn’t in bed with them, his partner was in his shop pretending he wasn’t freaked out it was Monday and they only had one more day with Sabrina.
Except they didn’t because they were whole-ass adults who didn’t have to stick to some arbitrary date they set. Just because they weren’t snowed in anymore shouldn’t mean they had to end this amazing experiment.
He took a deep breath and opened the door. There was a tall, somewhat gaunt man standing in the hallway wearing overalls and boots and a coat, a trucker hat on his head. He appeared to be in his late sixties but still had a lean strength no one could deny. He hadn’t been formally introduced, but he did know the man’s name. “Hello, Mr. Hughes. I’m Wyatt Kemp.”
He held out a hand.
Mel’s eyes narrowed. “Are you?”
He wasn’t sure where that came from, but Wyatt answered. “I am.”
“Are you sure?”
“I mean, yes. It’s the name my parents gave me. They never indicated I was someone else.” He wasn’t sure where this dude was going. “Should I get Sabrina? She’s perfectly fine.”
“Is she?” Mel stalked toward him, a flask in his hand. “Now I told everyone we have a few months before we have to worry about the Neluts pestering our women for babies, but that doesn’t mean a single male couldn’t find his way here and try to get a head start on the others. Drink this.”
He was pretty sure he shouldn’t drink anything he didn’t know the ingredients of. Was Sabrina’s adoptive dad trying to kill him? “Sir, I think you should understand my intentions toward Sabrina are entirely honorable.”
“Yes, your people think it’s honorable to continue your DNA lines by any means necessary,” Mel replied.
Or he was insane.
“It’s beet juice, buddy,” a deep voice said and Sawyer rounded the corner. “It’s perfectly safe. Unless it’s his tonic, and then you’re in for a pretty wild couple of hours. I swear he puts peyote in it.”
Mel frowned, a deep furrow above his brows. “I do not. I would never use sacred peyote except in the proper religious ceremonies. People just forget how to make excellent whiskey. With some medicinal properties. Has he ever taken the beet?”
“I actually am not great with vegetables.” He’d grown up with carnivores. “I could do a nice salad. Or some corn.”
With a lot of ranch. He bet Sabrina was a nutritionally balanced kind of woman. He would work on it. He could probably get used to broccoli and green beans.
“Sabrina, we need to get out of here,” Mel said, raising his voice. He turned back to Sawyer. “You need to be careful. I’ve had some disturbing reports about new technology allowing aliens to impregnate human males.”
Sawyer snorted. “I will be careful.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Wyatt was awfully confused.
“We need to leave why? I’m pretty hungry,” Sabrina said, walking out of the bedroom. She caught sight of Sawyer and smiled before she realized he was avoiding her gaze. “Good morning, Mr. Hathaway.”
Sawyer nodded her way. “Ms. Leal. I was going to change.” He seemed to remember he was about to walk into the room Sabrina had walked out of, and he was a coward who didn’t want the weird dude to know he was sleeping with his daughter. Nope. He was leaving Wyatt to take all that craziness. He pointed to the guest room door. “In here. In my room. Where I sleep.”
It took everything Wyatt had not to roll his eyes as Sawyer ducked into the guest room where absolutely none of his clothes were so he wasn’t sure how the man was going to change. He would probably hide out until the threat had passed.
So that was how he was going to play it. Well, he should have known. And he was pretty sure no one was going to believe it. But it wouldn’t matter because Mel was staring at him like he was… Well, some kind of alien who wanted to spread his seed far and wide.
“He’s not a Nelut, Dad.” Sabrina walked up to the man and took the flask, turning back to Wyatt. “It’s beet juice. It’s gross, but you will drink it so my father doesn’t think I’m having an alien baby he’s going to have to protect from galactic invaders.”
“He wouldn’t just, like, take care of it?” This was the most bizarre conversation he’d ever been in. And he’d been around criminals trying to figure out which stuffed animal was the best to hide meth in. Also, he was putting off the moment when he had to drink Mel’s juice thing.
“Take care of it?” Mel’s shoulders went back. “Of course I would. It would be half human.” Then his eyes flared. “Oh. I know what you mean. What kind of monster do you think I am? My own Cassidy gave birth to two halflings, and they’re the best boys you’ll ever find. What is wrong with him?”
The last question was directed to Sabrina, who shook her head and handed him the flask. “Everything will be fine if you drink this.”
“Isn’t this a question of bodily autonomy?” He was learning new things all the time, and one of those things was he shouldn’t be forced to drink if he didn’t want to. Downing a six-pack before lunch had been one of the ways to show masculinity in the MC.
Sabrina’s voice went low. “It’s a question of if you ever want to see my body again. Naked.”
He drank the juice. The teeniest, tiniest bit.
Mel stepped back like something bad might happen. He gave it a moment.
Sabrina took the flask and handed it back. “There. He’s human, though I thank you for protecting me. Now let’s go and have some of his perfectly normal breakfast. I’ll see if we have some turkey bacon. You know pork isn’t good for your heart.” Sabrina turned Wyatt’s way. “And thank you for indulging my dad.” She went on her toes and kissed his cheek before whispering in his ear. “Slip him two pieces of real bacon when I’m not looking and he’ll be yours forever. Mom is on a health kick.”
She went back down on her feet and turned and joined her dad, looping an arm with his. “Come on and I’ll get you some coffee. Is the valley passable again? Did Delilah open the school this morning?”
“Everyone decided two snow days would be acceptable,” Mel was saying as they walked away. “But you should know every parent in the valley wanted to make sure you’re okay. Elisa fielded several calls about whether we should send a chopper up here to get you.”
Sabrina laughed, the sound magical to his ears.
She was important to the town.
He was going to make damn sure he didn’t screw it up for her.
He started toward the dining room. The door to the guest room opened and Sawyer stood there, glancing down the hall to make sure the coast was clear. “I don’t think it’s a great idea to let Mel know what went down this weekend.”
That ship had sailed. “He caught me and Sabrina in the bedroom, so I think he probably knows.”
“He knows about you and Sabrina,” Sawyer pointed out. “Not about me and Sabrina.”
“You think the town is going to believe Sabrina was here and you didn’t touch her even though she obviously touched me?” Wyatt asked.
“I think we can talk to Mel and explain maybe he shouldn’t mention anything at all. He’s a good man. He knows how to keep a secret.”
“He thinks aliens are real.”
“I don’t know they’re not. According to the rumors, Mel worked with Elisa’s mother, who was an Army intelligence agent. The word is he might have been CIA. Like black ops CIA,” Sawyer said with a straight face. “The kind no one ever talks about.”
“Well, then he’s terrible at keeping secrets because he explained alien mating to me,” Wyatt pointed out. “Look, man, don’t hurt her like this. Act normal. If you don’t, she’ll think you’re embarrassed you slept with her.”
Sawyer straightened up. “I’m not.”
“I know you’re not,” Wyatt conceded, “so act normal.”
“Maybe she’s embarrassed she slept with me. Did you think of that?”
Wyatt sighed. “You could ask her.” He needed to give the man some space. He couldn’t solve the situation by pushing him. It would be solved by having Sabrina around a lot to tempt him. “Or not. It’s fine. I’ll let Mel know Sabrina only had eyes for me. She wasn’t even interested in you.”
“No one is going to believe that.” Sawyer frowned.
“Which way should I handle this, brother? Are we going for humiliation? Or do we keep up your reputation as an asshole and tell everyone you turned her down?” He was being completely unreasonable. It made Wyatt hopeful. Sawyer was always steady. He didn’t care what anyone thought. Except he didn’t want anyone to think Sabrina didn’t like him.
Sawyer growled. “Fine. She turned me down. It doesn’t matter. The only thing I care about is her being safe and happy. I’ve got to find a way to get her car off my mountain. I’m going down to look at it now that the snow’s stopped. I’ll take Bella with me.”
“Bella is cuddled up in front of the fire, and she’s going to want to hang out and wait for Sabrina to drop bacon,” Wyatt pointed out. “Or feed her leftover eggs from a spoon when she thinks you’re not watching.”
Sawyer sighed. “She’s going to ruin that dog.”
And yet Sawyer hadn’t stopped her. Not once. “If you wait and have breakfast with us it will likely feel more normal to Mel. He’ll probably believe nothing’s wrong and you’re just a friend.”
“And when I look at her like I want to lay her out and make a feast of her?” Sawyer asked.
Now they were getting somewhere. He’d been waiting for days for Sawyer to talk honestly. “Man, I do not get this. Come on. You care about her. She cares about you. Why all the tough act? I know you think you’ll end up being bad for her, but why borrow trouble? Instead why not make the decision to not be bad for her.”
It felt like the simplest thing to do.
Sawyer’s head shook. “That might be the most na?ve thing I’ve ever heard you say. Do you think I wanted to be bad for my brother? Do you think I want the shit that happens in Hell on Wheels to happen? I’m a magnet for bad shit, and I’m not going to bring it into her life. At some point it’s coming back to bite me in the ass, and I’m going to make sure she’s well clear of the damage.”
“Or you could understand bad things happen to everyone, and it’s better to have people you love around you when it does.” Again, a truth that should be simple.
“Would you put her in your brother’s way?” Sawyer asked.
The very idea of Sabrina being in the same room as his brother sent a chill down his spine. “Of course not. I would make sure he couldn’t get to her. But it doesn’t matter because I’m out of the life.”
“You might be done with the life, but it’s rarely done with you,” Sawyer said gravely. “And that’s why I should stay away.”
The subtext was obvious. If Sawyer’s past was dangerous, then Wyatt’s was beyond. Sawyer had gotten out on fairly good terms. Wyatt had paid in blood and sacrifice and sin. At least they thought he’d sinned, and if they ever found out…
Which they wouldn’t. He’d been careful. He hadn’t left the life so he could be alone and miserable. He’d left so he could have a life, and part of the life he wanted was finding a family. Sabrina was part of his family. He knew it deep in his bones. She was important. Sawyer was important. But he couldn’t force Sawyer to see it. “I’m going to date her. I wish you would join me because she has feelings for you, but even if you never touch her again, I’ll be there for her. Now come out and have breakfast and explain her dad to me. Then I’ll help you see what we can do about getting her car down the mountain.”
“Oh, Dad told me Long-Haired Roger is going to come and get it tomorrow. He or Elisa will take me to school tomorrow morning,” Sabrina said breezily as she walked past them. She stopped and gave Wyatt a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t forget what I said about the bacon. Between that and proving you’re not trying to force me to incubate baby aliens, he will adore you. He’s actually easy to get along with. Good morning, Sawyer.”
She gave Sawyer a brief nod and then walked into the bedroom.
Sawyer’s eyes followed her, his jaw going tight. It was obvious he hadn’t liked being left out.
Which was precisely why Wyatt’s evil plan was going to work.
He gave Sawyer a pat on the arm and went to ensure his potential future father-in-law got some forbidden bacon.