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He winced. “Wow. I realized you’d been drinking, but I hadn’t expected you forgot about me being there last night. I swear it happened, and this isn’t just some ploy to wind up in your space uninvited again.”
Mortified he thought I didn’t recall anything, I reached out for him, curling my fingers around his wrist. “I know you were there, and I know we danced, but there are some other things that are… fuzzy.”
Wyatt dropped his eyes to my hand on his wrist and stared briefly before returning his attention to my face. I started to pull my hand away, but he quickly clamped his free hand down on top of it. “So, you know I’m not lying to you about it now then, right?”
I swallowed hard, feeling something move through me at the intensity of his stare. I could no longer ignore what was there, and it caused butterflies to dance in my belly. Then I nodded slowly. “Yes.”
His fingers squeezed my hand gently, and for the next few moments, neither one of us spoke.
I didn’t know what was going through his mind, but I was stuck. I didn’t quite know what to say. I’d spent the entire day worried about how things had gone down between us last night, and he’d essentially just confirmed I had every reason to be worried.
I’d agreed to have dinner with him, and I didn’t have the slightest clue what else could have happened between us.
Wyatt must have sensed I was feeling uncomfortable, because following an extended silence, he said, “Well, since it seems as though you weren’t expecting this, I can leave. Maybe we can try again another time.”
Shaking my head, I insisted, “No.”
“Aw, man, I had a feeling you were going to say that,” he muttered. “I should have known when you made the agreement with me that you weren’t in the right state to be able to do so.”
He thought I didn’t want to try again another time. “You misunderstood me, Wyatt. I wasn’t expecting this tonight, but I think, if you’re okay with a slight change in plans that has us staying in tonight, it’s probably a good idea to sit down and talk.”
A look of genuine surprise washed over his face. “Really? Are you sure?”
Nodding, I tugged slightly on his wrist and confirmed, “Yeah. I think we’ve put it off long enough.”
Wyatt stepped forward, a smile spreading across his handsome face. “I’m more than okay with that, and I appreciate your willingness to adjust the plans you might have made for the evening.”
I closed the door behind him, losing the hold I had on his wrist. “I didn’t really have any big plans for tonight. I was just going to sit on the couch, eat some dinner, and watch a movie.”
“Did you already make food?” he asked.
“No. I was debating between cooking for myself and ordering my favorite meal from Antonio’s.”
“What’s your favorite meal from there?”
“The grilled chicken kabobs, rice pilaf topped with toasted almonds, and signature salad,” I revealed.
A small smile formed on his face. It was like he was trying to not show just how excited he was to have this nugget of information about me. Eventually, he suggested, “How about I order some food for the both of us from Antonio’s now? Then we can talk.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
He shook his head as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Not at all.”
After giving him a slight nod of appreciation, I led Wyatt into the living room, urged him to grab a seat, and asked, “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Sure. Water is fine for now,” he answered.
I spun around and made my way to the kitchen while Wyatt dropped his attention to his phone to make the call to order our dinner. When I made it to the kitchen, I leaned over the countertop, resting my forearms there for a moment, and tried to wrap my head around what was happening.
I’d just invited Wyatt Westwood into my house after he showed up here, expecting to take me out to dinner. Part of me was terrified at what I might learn about my conversation with him last night, but there was the other part of me that was slightly relieved to be having this, even if I was wearing my sweats.
It needed to be done, though, because I just didn’t think I could continue to run with him every morning like we had been without clearing the air somehow.
But there was one small problem. Despite the promises I’d made to my friends a while ago about giving Wyatt the chance to take me out to dinner so he could plead his case, there was that voice in the back of my head, telling me what I was doing now could be a huge mistake.
I didn’t want to think he had the power to persuade me to change my mind, but I couldn’t ignore the fact I didn’t think I’d ever have him sitting on my couch in my living room while he ordered dinner for the both of us.
Pushing off the counter, I went about getting us drinks and returned to find Wyatt in the process of ending his call. “All good?” I asked.
