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“Callie, sweetheart, I don’t mind. I like spending time with you. Now, would I chauffeur my buddies around all day? Probably not,” he chuckled, watching the amusement dance across her features. “They’re not as pretty as you though,” he added with a wink.
“Wyatt,” she protested, softly laughing.
“You’re gorgeous, and you would be even if you’d fallen in the mud.”
“Thankfully you were there to rescue me yet again.”
He glanced over, and they locked eyes for a moment. Wyatt had to turn his attention back to the road, but in the span of one afternoon, it felt like everything had changed.
Chapter 14
THE FOLLOWING WEEK, Callie was still on cloud nine. She and Wyatt had talked almost every night, and although he’d wanted to take her out to dinner, he hadn’t been able to sneak away from base early enough. His team had been preparing for an upcoming mission he couldn’t tell her anything about, and although he was still here in Oahu, there was a possibility the guys could be sent out soon. Although concern laced through her mind, she had to trust that he’d be okay. Wyatt was strong and capable, and she had to believe him when he said they’d be fully prepared when the time came for him to head out. He’d rescued her from the hijacked plane, hadn’t he? If she hadn’t seen that with her own eyes, she’d almost not believe his team’s efficiency, swiftness, and skill. It had been a sight to see. They’d moved onto that airplane like they’d stormed it every day, evacuating the passengers with an efficiency that was startling. She assumed they did drill those type of scenarios, not that Wyatt could share that with her. She understood his career was Top Secret, and she was only privy to a small part of it because of how they’d met.
Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up from the kitchen counter, smiling as she saw Wyatt’s name. “Hey there,” she said, pausing in the middle of unpacking her groceries.
“Hey sweetheart,” Wyatt’s deep voice said over the line. “Are you at home?”
“Yep. Just got back from the store, actually. I didn’t think I’d hear from you until later tonight.”
“Our CO said we could head out, so I’m about to split. But if you’re at home, does that mean you’re free tonight? It’s probably too late to make reservations at the place I was telling you about, but maybe we could still have dinner together.”
Callie’s gaze flicked over the grocery bags on her counter. “Actually, I’m just putting away some things from the grocery store. Why don’t I cook dinner for you?”
“I’m happy to take you out, but if you’d like to cook, that sounds great.”
“Let’s stay in. You sound a little tired.”
“Yep. We’ve been putting in late nights, which I guess you realize since I’ve been calling so late. There’s a lot of material to cover, and we want to be prepared.” He let out a sigh. “I was hoping it might get put off a week, because I wanted to see you.”
Warmth washed over her at his words. “Well, you’ll see me tonight, so count your lucky stars,” she joked.
“I know I’m lucky,” he assured her. “What time do you want me to come over? I’m still on base but will quick shower and change before I head out.”
“Does seven work?”
“Nineteen hundred? Yep. Sounds good.”
“You and your military time,” she teased. “Oh, and on a more depressing note, I was able to unarchive my blog this afternoon. I can show you those comments I was telling you about.”
“Okay. I definitely want to see them,” he said, suddenly all business.
“I blocked any new comments from being added, but the old ones are still there.”
“You can do that?”
“I can stop comments on my blog, yes. People can delete their old comments, too, so I took a screenshot of them all just in case.”
“That was smart,” Wyatt said, sounding impressed.
“I didn’t reopen my social media accounts, but the comments on those were basically the same thing. I think the same person was going through my entire online presence, leaving remarks. It’s creepy.”
“I didn’t realize they were keeping track of you everywhere—virtually, at any rate.”
Callie blew out a sigh. “Yeah, well, I guess we didn’t get into it much after the hike. I needed to jump on my laptop anyway to adjust the settings and unarchive it. I could’ve pulled them up on my phone, but I didn’t want the comments to start again.”
“That’s okay. We’ll look at it tonight,” Wyatt said. “I wish we’d gotten a chance to talk about it sooner, but work has been busy. It bothers me that someone was tracking all of your social media channels. That’s sort of stalkerish.”
“Yes and no. I mean, in some instances, I’d post one place and want them to hop over to my blog to learn more. The more traffic and engagement across my various channels, the more advertising dollars I’d get.”
