"You have a good eye," Wyatt said and Sam smiled and blushed.
He should have really sneaked out of here before being seen, but once he thought of making the crepes for Wyatt, he just couldn't resist. When it came to him, Sam was always letting his impulses rule him. There was no one else who ever made him act that way.
While making coffee and setting the table, Wyatt made sure Sam knew that he appreciated what he did. "Thank you for making these, you're amazing."
"Us too," Riley said. "We all cooked. All of us together."
"Is that right? Then you're all amazing," Wyatt said and he picked up Riley and swung him around. Then he did the same to DJ.
Sam only had a few more crepes to make then they sat down at the kitchen table to eat. They had the crepes with peach jam and honey after DJ dug up half a jar from the back of the pantry.
"Uncle Wyatt, Sam said he knows how to make cookies," Riley said obviously impressed by cookies more than crepes.
Wyatt ruffled his hair and said, "That's a very important skill."
"Yes. It is important," DJ agreed solemnly so he got his hair ruffled too.
"After I show you, you'll know how to make cookies too," Sam told them. Then he bit his lip. Once again he was assuming he would be back.
But DJ rolled right along with that. "And pie. Can we make pie?"
"And pie too," Sam agreed and DJ grinned. When it came to making the kids happy, how could he hesitate?
"We're going to keep you busy," Wyatt said while shooting Sam a meaningful look. It was obvious he wasn't just talking about cooking.
Afterward he and Sam cleaned up the table while the kids went to brush their teeth. The whole time, Sam had so much trouble keeping his thoughts decent. All he wanted to do was rush at Wyatt and devour him. Instead he started to do the dishes.
"I'll do the dishes later," Wyatt told him then spun him away from the sink and placed one hand on his waist while he cupped Sam's face with the other. "I was worried when I didn't find you next to me in bed. Then I smelled something good cooking, and I knew you were still here."
"I should have left. If the kids asked why I was here, I wouldn't have been able to explain," Sam said.
"You can say you stayed over so you could make us breakfast, but I didn't want you to have to cook this morning. You're too good to us. We'll get spoiled," Wyatt warned him and then he nuzzled his neck and nibbled on his ear.
Even as he moaned low in his throat, Sam told himself to stay in control and not get carried away. "As long as you like it. And I can teach you how to make pancakes then you can make breakfast."
Wyatt pulled back to give him an offended look. "Are you saying you don't think I can handle making crepes?"
"You can graduate to crepes after you figure out pancakes," Sam told him and that earned him a kiss from Wyatt. They broke apart as they heard noise out in the hallway.
After the kids, followed by the dogs, ran back into the kitchen, Wyatt asked them, "Should we drive Sam to town so he's not late for work?"
He got a loud yes from the boys and they all piled into the car. In front of the café, the kids stayed in their car seats, and Wyatt stepped out with Sam.
"So when will I be seeing you?" Wyatt asked.
"I'm not sure about my schedule," Sam said. Somehow he managed not to say tonight or let's drive somewhere right now. He was desperate to see Wyatt more than anything. Even now he didn't want to let him leave.
"Let's make it soon," Wyatt told him and took his hand and kissed it.
Sam could only nod as Wyatt made his heart do crazy things. With every gesture with every look, he was making it impossible for Sam to resist him.
Chapter 13
Every time Wyatt caught sight of the hill covered with peach trees in bloom, he thought of Sam and smiled. He did the same thing when he looked at the pictures on his phone from that day. He remembered holding his hand under the peach trees and then kissing him.
That was the moment, the start of it as far as Wyatt was concerned. He hoped there would be a lot more. But they hadn't made any definite plans. He wished they had but he didn't want to pressure Sam. How did Wyatt end up falling for someone so shy and hesitant?
Different men used to roll through his dreams, guys he met or just passed on the street, someone who smiled at him in a bar or cafe. None of them stayed long enough to mean much, until Sam. Now Wyatt only dreamed about him, like he was the only man in the world and all the others had stopped existing.
