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“Are you ready to go?”
I nodded. “Yes. I’m so excited, because with the exception of the time I went with you to Ivy’s birthday party, this is my first time ever going to Westwood’s for a fun visit.”
Wyatt kissed my lips. “I promise to make sure you have a lot of fun today.”
“Let me grab my purse and keys so we can leave,” I urged him.
Wyatt held on to me for a few more beats before he released me, so I could get my things and we could leave.
Having lived and grown up on my family’s farm all my life with Westwood’s campus bordering us, I didn’t know how it was possible for me to forget just how short the drive was from my house.
“You know what’s crazy?” I asked as Wyatt drove.
“What?”
“We work mere miles away from each other every day. I mean, I don’t know exactly where you work on the campus, but I’m guessing I wouldn’t be wrong to assume that if I was really determined, I might be able to walk to your office,” I said.
“That would certainly be possible,” he returned. “Do you want me to show you my office before we do all the fun stuff?”
I tore my eyes away from the road to look over at him. “You say that like you think showing me your office will be boring.”
He glanced over at me briefly before returning his attention to the road. I watched as his lips twitched. “Well, now that you mention it, I guess visiting my office could be fun. I mean, nothing would delight me more than to have some good memories with you in there to help get me through the workday.”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “That thought hadn’t exactly crossed my mind. I was mostly just saying that I think it’d be nice to see your office. I mean, you’ve been to my ice cream shop and my house so many times now, and I haven’t been to your place or your office even once. I guess I’m curious what I’ll find when I get there.”
Wyatt pulled into Westwood’s, but instead of heading in the direction he had the day we came to his sister’s party, he turned in the opposite direction. Only after he parked did he turn to look at me. “Do you want to go to my house?”
I shrugged. “I’d love to see where you live.”
“I live in a condo, babe. It’s nothing exciting. It doesn’t compare to your home.”
I tipped my head to the side and assessed him. “You like my house?”
“Mostly, I like you, and I know how much you like your house,” he returned. “But yeah, I like your house, because it’s an actual home. My place is just a place to live until I decide where I want to spend the rest of my life, which isn’t likely to happen until after I find the person with whom I want to spend the rest of my life. You already know your house is the kind of place you raise a family.”
I loved that he saw it like that, but I didn’t know if I was brave to have that discussion with him just yet. So, instead, I asked, “Are you messy? Or are you one of those neat freaks who doesn’t have a single thing out of place?”
“If you had to guess, what do you think sounds more like me?”
I didn’t even have to think twice about it. The moment he asked me, I knew what my answer was. “You’re a neat freak, aren’t you?”
Wyatt laughed. “I hope you’re not disappointed that you’re wrong.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “Really? You don’t strike me as the messy type. I mean, you’re always so put together and punctual.”
He laughed again, and I loved listening to the sound of it. “I’m not a slob, Rhea, but I guess it’s hard to consider myself a neat freak, because I’d give that title to my brother, Tate, before anyone else. He’s much more particular about things.”
“Fair enough.”
Grinning at me, he reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “How can you make me so happy simply by talking about such insignificant things?”
My belly fluttered at his question and the tender touch of his lips on my skin, and I wondered if he knew how much power he held to bring me to my knees when he was like this with me.
Before I could pull myself together enough to be able to speak, Wyatt let go of my hand, got out of the car, and came around to open my door.
The next thing I knew, we were entering a large building that was a couple of stories high. As he always did whenever we were walking anywhere, Wyatt held my hand. It always felt like he was both leading me wherever we were going and claiming me at the same time. And for some reason, I liked the way that felt.
Wyatt led us over to the elevators, and when we stepped on by ourselves, I shot him a mischievous stare. He saw it, understood precisely what I was thinking about, and said, “If I didn’t already have a lot of other plans for you today, there isn’t a chance I’d let this opportunity go.”
