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“You want to hear about the hot blonde that was all over me and squeezing my cock?”
I sat up, pissed off and wide awake. “What are you talking about? Did you have sex tonight?” I could feel my face going red. Jealousy surged through me. Oh my God, why was I reacting like this?
“No, I did not have sex tonight. If I’d had sex tonight, would I be calling you at three in the morning?”
“Well, actually, it’s 3:05 in the morning, remember?”
“Actually, it’s 3:06 now, thank you very much, Sadie Johnson.”
“Wyatt Hamilton, why are you bothering me?”
“Are you still mad at me?”
“What?” I was taken aback. I mean, I was still mad at him, but I hadn’t thought he’d realized it.
“I want to know if you’re still mad at me.”
“Is that why you’re calling me?”
“You never stay mad at me for this long. I mean, what’s going on?”
“Nothing’s going on. I just don’t appreciate how you talk to me. I don’t appreciate you forbidding me to go on a date with Shane Wakefield. Even Olivia and Lucy thought that was absolutely ridiculous.”
“Fine. I don’t forbid you anymore. Do what you want.”
“The point is, you can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. It doesn’t make it better you saying that you un-forbid me because even if you did forbid me, I wouldn’t listen.”
He groaned. “Are you going to go on and on and on about this for the rest of our lives?”
“I certainly hope not, Wyatt,” I sighed.
“You’re absolutely ridiculous. I think I’m going to go in the hot tub.”
“I don’t think you should go in the hot tub. I think you should go to bed.”
“I don’t want to go to bed. I’m going to come over to your house and see you.”
“You cannot come over to my house and see me. You’re drunk. You cannot drive drunk. You know that.”
“What if I ride a horse?”
“You can’t ride a horse drunk either.”
“And you say I’m bossy,” he grumbled.
“You are bossy. And it’s three in the morning. And do not say it’s 3:06 or 3:07, or whatever the actual time is now.”
“Hey, you catch on fast.”
“Oh, Wyatt,” I said. “So what went on with this woman? And why was she touching you?”
“I don’t know. She was at the bar with her friend. They made a beeline for me and Chet, and I guess they wanted to have some sort of hookup. I don’t know. Maybe they wanted an orgy or something. Maybe they’d heard about the Hamilton men.”
“What are you even talking about?” My ears felt hot. I knew exactly what he was talking about.
“She’s most probably heard how hung we are, and that we’re all dynamite in bed.”
“Really, Wyatt?” I said, even though I had wondered about the same thing myself. Not about all of that Hamilton men, but one Hamilton man in particular, though I would never admit that to anyone. Certainly not to Wyatt.
