Page 32 of Wine, Whiskey, & Lipstick 2

Dillyn knew Wyatt was into Cat but wasn’t exactly sure where Cat stood. She always seemed so aloof and uninterested when he was around.

Cat was a siren. Flirting came so naturally that Dillyn didn’t think she knew when it was happening. So, her response to Wyatt was confusing. Was shepretendingnot to be interested, or was she not interested?

“Coffee?” Wyatt asked.

Cat didn’t skip a beat. Instead of responding, she pointed toward the carafe while seemingly tuning everyone out.

Pissed, Ben took it out on Wyatt to keep from strangling Dillyn. He had no problem interrupting Wyatt’s Cat gazing. “Did Sammy call about the feed?”

Wyatt’s eyes lingered on Cat longer than necessary before casually walking over to the counter to pour himself a cup. “Um . . . I don’t know. Ask Lucas. He handles all of that,” he said sheepishly after being caught ogling her. “I just came over because I was hoping somebody made breakfast.”

“A bit male chauvinist, isn’t it?” Cat mumbled as a crease formed between her brows. Slowly, she lifted her head. “I’m sorry. When did our house become a Bed and Breakfast?”

Damn.Wyatt had stepped in it. Dillyn was already in a mood, so Ben decided to let Wyatt figure his own way out of this one.

“A Bed and Breakfast? Run by three of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met?” Wyatt glanced between Dillyn and Cat as he made his way over to the table and took a seat. “It would stay booked. Hell, can I make a reservation now?”

Ben tipped his head in Wyatt’s direction, “well played. A little heavy on the charm.”

“Thanks,” Wyatt lifted his coffee mug to toast him. “However, the crowd is a little hard this morning.”

“Yeah. Very.” Ben agreed. “Just trying to figure out why Dillyn hasn’t made her follow-up appointment with the doc.”

“Did you call Dr. Clarkson on Main Street?” Wyatt asked. “That’s who everybody goes to.”

The last thing Dillyn wanted was for word to spill out about her pregnancy before she was ready to tell everyone,especiallysince she had serious doubts. The news would spread like wildfire the second she entered that local clinic.

“Ben? Can we discuss this later? I want some coffee.” Dillyn asked.

The intensity of Cat’s gaze made Dillyn squirm as she watched her friend walk over to the carafe.

Concerned, Ben asked, “Is it decaf?”

“Yes, it’s decaf,” Cat answered before Dillyn could. She could probably tell that her friend was ready to explode.

Grateful, Ben responded, “Thanks.” He wondered if Dillyn had told Cat. She seemed to have a sixth sense.

“Yeah, thanksa lot.” Dillyn’s response sounded sarcastic even to her own ears.

Wyatt’s cell phone vibrated. He quickly looked at the screen, and his playful mood evaporated.

Cat hadn’t known him long, but she knew histaking care of businessface. She’d seen it the night Selah was abducted.

“Just got a message from our feed guy.” He said, “We need to go.”

There was no way it was the feed guy. Not by the look on both Ben and Wyatt’s faces. Dillyn wondered if it was related to his earlier text. “Is everything alright?”

In a couple of big strides, Ben stood before Dillyn, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her close. He leaned down and pressed his lips hard against hers. “It’s just a guy about the feed. I’ll call you when we get back.” Seconds later, both he and Wyatt hustled out of the kitchen.

Dillyn asked Cat, “What do youreallythink that was about?”

“I have no idea.” Cat faced her friend. “They’re big boys. Whatever it is, they can handle it. What I want to know is what’sreallygoing on with you?”

Dillyn did her best to deflect. “Me? How about you? Were you even reading that paper while Wyatt was here?”

A corner of Cat’s lip edged up. “I only made it through the first damn sentence.” She released an earthy laugh that Dillyn loved so much. “I don’t know why that man has my stomach tied up in knots every time he’s around.”

“You’d never know it.”

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