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“So then we’re not really trespassing,” Jones says, taking a seat on the stump closest to the pond. It took me hours to move that bastard to where it sits now. It weighs ten times as much as I do.
“Your parents own this property?” Wyatt whispers in my ear as he wraps his arms around me, cradling my back to his chest.
“Yeah. They own a lot of property.”
“How much is a lot?”
This conversation is one that I’ve been trying to avoid having with him. I know his parents work very hard for everything they have. So does Wyatt. Becky manages the Tavern and Kent is a mechanic at Garrett’s with Wyatt. My parents, or rather my father, work hard “managing” his ranch.
The only difference is the financial aspect.
It’s a sticky subject for me because when people know your parents have money, they assume you have money. I don’t. Not yet. I have a trust fund like every other kid I know in my “situation.” I can’t touch it and I’m not sure I ever want to.
“Chloe, it’s not a big deal. I know your parents do very well for themselves. That’s not why I’m dating you. That’s not why I spend time with you. I like you, not your parents’ money. I hope you see that.”
Those simple words, the fact that he gets it, makes my heart soar.
The money’s not mine. It’s not who I am. It doesn’t define me.
“Okay, lovebirds, knock it off. I’m starting to feel like the third wheel over here,” Jones hollers at us.
“You?” Wyatt says, feigning offense. “Never.”
“Shut your trap, asshole. I thought we were going to show her the spot, one she apparently already knew about, and then hit the movies.”
“Let me kiss my girl first, and then we can go,” Wyatt says, turning me around to face him.
My cheeks heat instantly, and I wonder if Wyatt can tell I’m nervous. This isn’t our first kiss, far from it. It’s our favorite thing to do. When we’re alone, normally. He’s never kissed me in front of anyone else.
“It’s just Jones, Chloe. He could care less if we were standing here naked,” Wyatt says as his lips brush against mine. “Well, he could care less if I were naked.”
Wyatt’s mouth captures my reply and all thoughts of Jones, and being naked, fade away. I get lost in Wyatt, the way his lips, his tongue, know exactly what they’re doing. I feel like I’m still learning the art of kissing, but my teacher is amazing so I’m willing to practice any chance I can get.
Even if Jones is watching us.
“Damn, girl. You look amazing!”Jones says.
“I see you finally grew your hair out,” I reply, reaching over and running my hand across his buzz cut. It looks good on him.
“And still not funny,” he teases, walking around the bar and pulling me in for a hug.
When he stiffens in my arms, pulling back quickly, I glance over my shoulder, expecting to find “him” standing there. The only thing I see is a long, dark hallway, the shadow of a man exiting out the back door moments later.
