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He stepped back, running a hand through his blond hair. “Sorry, I’m just joking. Look, you can sleep in the spare room if you want. You don’t have to sleep in bed with me. I just don’t want you to have to drive home again. You drove all the way out here. And I guess my little surprise didn’t go down well. I guess I was too drunk to think it through properly.”
“Yeah, Wyatt. I don’t think many people want to come over to your house at four o’clock in the morning to see your bare ass.”
“Well, I think there are a few women that would love to see my bare ass.” He chuckled.
It was the truth. Half the women in Montana would want to see his bare ass. I swallowed hard again. I’d actually wanted him to turn around. I could didn’t believe I was even admitting that, even to myself, but I’d wanted to see his goods, see what was Wyatt working with.
I told myself it was purely for scientific purposes. I wanted to know if the rumors were true. Where all the Hamilton men hung? Was Wyatt? And just how hung was he?
But I knew that was completely inappropriate.
“I’ll stay,” I blurted out loud before I’d thought it through.
“Oh, good,” he said. “In your own bed or …?” The words hung from his lips.
“I’ll sleep with you. I always sleep with you. Duh.”
I was absolutely crazy. Literally crazy. Lack of sleep and being woken up early had made me crazy. I was going to make a big fool of myself. I just knew it.
“Well, come on, then, sleepyhead. Let’s go to bed.”
Wyatt grabbed my hand and led me towards the French doors at the back of the house. As we walked through the kitchen, he put a finger to my lips. “Shh,” he said, “I don’t want to wake anyone up.”
“I don’t want to wake up anyone either,” I whispered back. “Can you imagine if your mom came out and saw me sneaking to your house at four o’clock in the morning? She’d think we were doing it or something.”
“Well, we could do it if you want.” He grinned.
“Really, Wyatt?”
“What? I’m a man.”
“You’re also my best friend.”
“Yeah. So?” He rolled his shoulders and waved me off. “Don’t mind me, I’m drunk.”
“Likely story.”
We walked into his bedroom, and he quickly pulled off his shirt and jeans so that he was standing there in just his boxer shorts. I took in his gorgeous hands and manly body. Was he going to pull down his boxer shorts in front of me? Was he that drunk?
I was disappointed when he sat down on the mattress. No plans to pull down his boxer shorts, then.
“So you want a t-shirt, or are you okay?”
“I’m not sleeping in this dress. A t-shirt and boxers would be great.”
“Boxers? You don’t want to just sleep in a t-shirt and your underwear?”
“Uh, no,” I said quickly. Oh Lord, he wasn’t going to play this game with me again, was he? There was no way in hell I wanted him knowing that I didn’t have on any underwear.
“You got on your sexy thong again tonight, Sadie?”
“Nope.”
“Really? Why do I not believe you?”
“I don’t care if you believe me, Wyatt. I don’t.”
“Oh, so you’re back to your granny panties, huh? I guess you really didn’t go out with Shane last night then?” He laughed, and it annoyed me. Did he really think that all I wore was granny panties?
