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Wyatt smiled. “Good plan.” He paused. “You didn’t call last night. Do you have everything you need?”
“I think so...” Anita glanced at Carly in the back seat. Her head was bobbing to whatever music she was listening to as she looked out the side window. “Um, Carly has noticed our, uh...interactions.”
Wyatt raised a brow. “Like when I kissed your cheek?”
“Not that,” Anita said, warmth shooting through her. “Other things...I don’t know exactly, but she accused me of liking you.”
Wyatt didn’t answer for a moment. After turning the next corner, he asked, “Do you like me?”
He said it so softly, so tenderly, that Anita didn’t feel as embarrassed as she might. “I like you, Wyatt, but I don’t really know what that means.”
He gave a short nod. “Is Carly upset that you might like me?”
“No, quite the opposite in fact.”
Wyatt’s smile appeared. “Like I said before, Carly’s a smart kid.”
Anita laughed, then stifled it to avoid drawing her daughter’s attention to the front seat.
“Anita,” Wyatt said in a low voice. “I like you too. And I don’t know what it means either. I like being around you, and I like everything I know about you so far.”
“I’m good at hiding my flaws,” she said.
“Hmm.” He reached for her hand and threaded their fingers.
From Carly’s position, she wouldn’t be able to see the hand holding, but it felt risqué all the same.
Wyatt’s hand was warm, his fingers long, his grasp firm. Their hands fit well together, and Anita wondered if she’d ever had so many goose bumps racing up her arm when it wasn’t cold.
“My life is complicated,” she said quietly.
Wyatt glanced over at her, his green eyes intense. “And you handle the complications with grace, which is another thing I like about you.”
“My head it getting pretty big by now.”
“As it should.” He moved his thumb slowly over her skin.
All too soon, they arrived at the center, and he released her hand. Which was a good thing because the longer he held it, the more she wanted from him. And she hadn’t been glib when she told Wyatt her life was complicated. Dating a man didn’t just involve her, it would involve Carly. And her last choice—Glenn—had proved to Anita that she didn’t always make the best choices. She didn’t want that to become a pattern.
“He’s ready!” Carly announced from the back seat, in a too-loud voice. She tugged off her headphones.
“Inside voice,” Anita said with a laugh.
“Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all.
Sure enough, Mr. Davis sat in a wheelchair, situated in front of the glass doors of the center. A small suitcase stood off to one side, and a nurse was fussing with getting a sweater on him.
“Looks like he’s pretty anxious to get going,” Wyatt said, both humor and relief in his voice.
“Our road trip is back on,” Anita added.
They all climbed out of the car and greeted Mr. Davis. He beamed at them. “Ready for our adventure?”
“We’re ready, Gramps,” Wyatt said. “How are you feeling?”
“Oh, I’m fine. The nurses here are just fussy.” He smiled over at Ginny, who shook her head good-naturedly. “See, I have an entire army to help me.”
“That you do, Mr. Davis,” Ginny said, squeezing his shoulder. “Now, let’s get you settled.”
