Page 29 of Breathless

Yes, to all of those questions.

“You really think we could be a team? I mean, theory is one thing, but practice might be a fucking train wreck.” He saw the surprise in Thoreau’s expression and bit back a smile. “We don’t exactly have that much in common.”

Thoreau’s eyes sparked with relief and determination. “I think we have a few hurdles to get over, but it could work. And you might be surprised about what we have in common. We never really tried to find out.”

Wyatt felt that squeeze on his chest again. “And you care about her enough to go through with this?”

“Would I have acted like a creepy perv if I didn’t?”

No. This wasn’t Thoreau’s style at all. “What if we’re wrong and this isn’t what she wants?”

What if it still wasn’t enough to get her to stay?

“We’ll cross that bridge when and if we come to it. Now let’s get dressed so we can put the rest of my WTF plan in motion.”

“What? Tonight?” He barked out a laugh. “And WTF?”

Thoreau grinned. “Wyatt, Thoreau and Fiona. What the fuck? Catchy, isn’t it?”

A year ago, he never would have considered this. But now? The last month had been torture, and the weeks after Fiona had left last time had really messed with his head. He’d tried everything else, why not give phase two a shot?

At least once.

He stood up, resolved but still more than a little anxious. “What the fuck? I guess I’m in. But I’m going to need a beer for this. The good stuff.”

“I only make the good stuff, Wyatt.”

“And she thinks I’m cocky.”

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