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“What opportunity?” I asked, feigning innocence.
His lips twitched. “Don’t give me that. You know exactly what that look was you just gave me. You were thinking about what I could do to you on this elevator.”
I licked my lips and looked away. That was exactly what I’d been thinking about, which was a new thing for me. It seemed ever since Wyatt had come into my life, and the two of us had started this thing between us, I had trouble thinking about anything but how much I liked him, the things he did to me, and the way he made me feel.
Before he had the chance to try to convince me to respond to him, the elevator doors dinged, and Wyatt led me out. With our fingers still linked in one another’s, Wyatt led me down a long corridor, past several offices. Finally, he came to a stop outside of a closed door.
“Is this it?” I asked, looking up at him.
He nodded. “This is it.”
The next thing I knew, he opened the door and allowed me to step inside ahead of him. For a few moments, I took in the space. It was a spacious office with a desk, couch, two oversized chairs, and a coffee table as the main pieces of furniture. There were a few additional accent pieces throughout, but nothing overstated. The truth became clear rather quickly—Wyatt wasn’t a slob, and he kept his workspace organized.
Spinning around to face him, I said, “It’s nice. Tidier than I’d expected.”
“Thanks, I think,” he returned, moving toward me. Placing his hand on the small of my back, he urged me away from the entrance to his office and over to the opposite side, near the window. “Here, I want to show you something.”
We made it to the window, and when I looked out, it took me no time at all to see what Wyatt intended for me to see. “That’s my family’s farm.”
“Yeah. Every day I’ve come into work since I met you, I’ve looked out this window at least once.”
I tore my eyes away from the farm to look at him. “Why?”
“In the beginning, it was mostly me brainstorming how I could convince you to give me an hour of your time, so I’d be able to negotiate the terms of a deal with you,” he started. “It didn’t take long at all for my focus to shift completely to how I was going to convince you to simply talk to me, so I could get to know you better and possibly have a shot at something special with you.”
“Do you still do it?”
“Do what?”
I swept my hand out in front of me and toward the window. “Do you still come over here and look out the window now that we’re on speaking terms?”
“Babe, we’re officially together, not simply on speaking terms,” he corrected me. “And yes, I do.”
I thought this was fascinating. “What are you thinking about when you do?”
Wyatt lifted his hand to the side of my face and brushed the back of his finger down my cheek. “You. Us. How lucky I feel to have met you. Whether you miss me the way I miss you when we’re not around each other. If it’ll always feel this way with you.”
God, he was killing me. “Not the farm?”
He shook his head. “Never the farm. When I manage to focus on work, I’m being proactive about what I’ve got on my plate. But if I’m honest, I spend a lot of my days distracted by thoughts of you.”
I smiled, pressing my cheek into his knuckles that had joined the first one. His touch was so tender. “I’m often distracted by thoughts of you, too. In my line of work, I don’t think it’s as much of a problem, but I can’t imagine it’s a good thing here.”
He crooked his finger, placed it under my chin, and dragged his thumb along my bottom lip. “I get the work done that needs to be done. I just have far more distraction now than I used to. I like it, though.”
Never, not once, had Wyatt ever made me feel like me being part of his life was an inconvenience. Even in a situation like this, one where he found himself preoccupied with thoughts of me while he was at work and had every reason to be frustrated, he wasn’t. It was as though he believed I was some kind of blessing in his life. I had to think it was the other way around. He was the best thing that had happened to me.
Wanting to make sure he knew how much I adored him, I figured there was only one thing I could do.
Smiling, I stepped closer to him and draped my arms over his shoulders. “How would you feel if I made it a little easier for you to get your work done during the week?”
He was intrigued by my question. “How would you make that happen?”
I glanced back at his desk. “Well, I was just thinking that if you and I had some fun over there on your desk, maybe you’d spend less time standing at the window and more time sitting at your desk.”
Wyatt pulled me in close to his body and laughed as he buried his face in my neck. “Rhea, I don’t think that’s going to help.”
“Why not?”
