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“And I can put on some music. I’ve got some old Johnny Cash records.”
“Sounds amazing,” she said. “I love ‘Ring of Fire.’”
Chapter Seventy-Five
Wyatt
Sadie hadn’t called or texted me in days.
I knew we’d crossed a line, but I hadn’t thought she would take it this seriously. I mean, it had just been a kiss. Granted, it had been one of my finest kisses, and granted, Sadie had probably never been with a man like me before, but I hadn’t expected her to blank me. A part of me even wondered if I wasn’t as good of a kisser as I thought, but that couldn’t be the reason why she was avoiding me.
I finally grabbed my phone and called her. It rang three times before she answered.
“Hello?” She sounded breathless, as if she’d been running.
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Hey, Wyatt. Can I call you back? I—”
“No, you can’t,” I interrupted her. “What’s going on, Sadie?”
“What do you mean what’s going on?”
“I mean, what’s going on? I haven’t seen you in days, we haven’t spoken, you’re not texting me, you haven’t even called me.”
“I’ve been busy. I’ve been thinking about a lot of stuff and—”
“Oh my gosh, have you been thinking about the kiss? Look, I—”
“No, Wyatt, I haven’t been thinking about that. I’ve been thinking about stuff related to my life and my career.”
“What career?”
“Exactly. I don’t have a career, and I’m thinking now is the time for me to really get my ass off of my couch and do something about it.”
“What are you talking about? Where has all this come from?”
“Nothing. Look, can I talk to you in a little bit? I have a phone call.”
“What do you mean you have a phone call?”
“Do you remember Nancy Donovan?”
“Nancy Donovan,” I mumbled under my breath, thinking hard. “Do you mean Patrick Donovan’s mom, the old lady that lives on the ranch in Billings?”
“Yeah, exactly. Well, she saw my mom recently—”
“Don’t tell me she wants to hook you up with Patrick.”
“Of course she doesn’t want to hook me up with Patrick. He’s fifty years old!”
“Well, I don’t know. It seems like you’re interested in anyone these days.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, Wyatt Hamilton?”
“It just means that you—”
“Anyway,” she cut me off, “I’m talking to her because she might have some information that could be very helpful for me.”
