Page 54 of Caught Up In You

She glances up, waiting.

“Nobody else.”

She frowns. “That sounds an awful lot like a commitment.”

I shrug. “I told you, Wyatt. I don’t share. If you’re with me, I don’t want you to be with anybody else.”

“Okay, but?—”

“You need an escape hatch. I get that. You’re not tied to me. If you want to be done, or you want a break, or you want to change the terms, you just talk to me. I won’t fight you. If you want out, I’ll let you go. We’ll both walk away. I promise.” I place my hands firmly on the counter, leaning across the island. “But I’m serious. I. Don’t. Share.”

She breathes out a littlehmmmthat makes my cock stir.

“Okay, then let’s make it official.” She reaches for the cup on the counter that’s filled with pencils and pens. She finds a black Sharpie and uncaps it with her teeth, then reaches for the can of pineapple. She scribbles on the top, then pushes it across the island to me. In her crooked handwriting, it says:

No labels

No commitments

No flowers

Nobody else

And beneath it, her messy signature.

“Sign it,” she says, and I do. Then she takes the pen back and adds a note at the bottom. When she spins it back toward me, I see the title of our little contract.

Owen + Wyatt 4Now

I grin. “We good?” I ask.

She nods. “We’re good. Which means I can properly devote my attention to this pile of meat and cheese.”

“There’s veggies and fruit on there too,” I tease.

“Oh, I thought those were just for decoration,” she says, leaning over the board. A raindrop breaks free of her curls and rolls down her cheek, landing on the counter with a splash.

“We really should get you out of these wet clothes first,” I say.

She grins. “My, my, quite the smooth operator, Dr. McBride.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m serious. I did laundry earlier. There’s a stack of dry clothes on my bed. Go grab something. I’ll throw your clothes in the dryer. Then we can feast.”

“Awfully bossy,” she says, but she’s already moving in the direction I’m pointing. I’ve noticed she likes to be told what to do, but she can’t do it without a little lip.

I like it.

“My house, my rules,” I tell her.

She tosses a devious grin over her shoulder. “We’ll see about that.”

CHAPTER 20

OWEN

From that twinkle in her eye, I’m prepared for Wyatt to play with me.

But I am not prepared for the moment she walks back into the kitchen wearing my high school varsity letterman jacket.

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