Page 15 of Before the Night Falls
Wes was one of the few people she’d spoken to about what had happened. He’d been a shoulder to cry on, and she appreciated him for that.
But she wasn’t ready to tell him her fears. She knew she’d most likely sound paranoid.
She shook her head. “Too much on my mind.”
“You still worried about this assignment?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m worried. Reluctant, perhaps.”
“Tyson seems pretty cool.”
Olivia had to agree. “Yeah, he does. Surprisingly down-to-earth.”
Maybe there was more to Tyson Stone than his muscles and good looks. His answers during their interview today had been intelligent enough.
She smiled as she remembered Tyson searching her room for junk food. He’d even had a sense of humor.
Olivia felt Wes watching her.
She met his gaze and drew her eyebrows together. “What?”
“You’re grinning. You’re crushing on Tyson Stone, aren’t you?”
She scowled at him. “No, I’m notcrushingon him. I’m not a teenager! Besides, it’s obvious what he thinks of me.”
Wes sent her a questioning look.
“I mean, I know I can be silly, but he actually called me Kiddo.” She popped her head to the side. “Was that really necessary?”
Wes snickered. “Maybe it was a term of endearment. Bless his heart, right?”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Right.”
“I personally think dating again would be good for you.”
“Lyle disagrees—not that I want to date anyway.”
“Lyle, Lyle, Lyle.” Wes rolled his eyes.
For some reason, her therapist got on Wes’ nerves with all his “psychological mumbo jumbo,” as Wes called it.
Weslovedteasing her.
He knew, however, how hard it had been on her when her last boyfriend had broken her heart. He’d cheated on her, and Olivia hadn’t seen it coming.
The hurt she’d felt afterward had thrown her off-kilter.
“My love life isn’t that important. Let’s talk about your dating history, Wes,” Olivia countered. “Starting with your flavors of the week. First, there was Amanda. Then Molly, and then Amiee—with two Es. That’s just in the last month.”
“You caught me.” Wes held his hands up in surrender. “When there’s something I want, I go after it. It’s the Texas way. Nothing wrong with that.”
She gave him a look.
Then her exhaustion hit her, and she stood.
“This conversation has been fun.” She took a step away. “But, alas, all good things must come to an end. I’m tired and need to go to bed.”
“Olivia.”
