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“Yeah. It sure as fuck was. Let’s go.”
“Wh-what? I’m working. I can’t leave.”
“You’re fucking leaving now.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Wyatt stormed into his apartment, still dragging Ulani by the hand behind him, praying that his roommate would be gone, and by luck, it appeared that he was.
“Nice place,” she smirked. There were uniforms scattered everywhere, boots and shoes strewn about the room, and it had a definite manly smell to it.
“Don’t be cruel, Ulani. That’s not your style,” he frowned.
“How would you know? I was just the annoying kid who would come around you when you were home. And don’t call me Ulani. People call me Lani.”
“People? I don’t give a fuck about people. I’ve known you since the day you were born. That’s how I know your style. That’s how I know it’s you. Now, what the fuck are you doing working for CID?”
“You really think you can bully me, Wy?” He stared at her, taking a step back as he realized that was exactly what he was doing. He’d never intended to bully her, but he was concerned for her safety. The criminal investigation division, or CID, was no joke. “I’m a grown woman, in case you missed it.”
“I didn’t.” The statement was said flatly. No emotion. She just stared at him, seething with anger, and she didn’t know why.
“I’m a grown woman with a master’s degree. I was recruited by the Navy and asked to be part of CID. I knew that Aunt Ani had been CIA, and it was appealing to me, except I didn’t want anything to do with the agency.”
“That’s the first smart thing you’ve said,” he growled, folding his arms across his chest.
“Listen, if you’re going to be a dick, I’m leaving,” she said, standing to move toward the door. He blocked her path, gripping her shoulders. “In case you’ve forgotten, I trained with all of you. Dad, Rory, Titus, Max, Trak, all of you. I don’t want to hurt you, Wyatt, but I will.”
Wyatt took several deep breaths, his hands still resting on her shoulders. He knew that he could take her, but he also knew that one of them would be limping, the other seriously hurt. That was not what he wanted out of this interaction. Slowly, he let his hands fall and nodded.
“I apologize. Seeing you in that bar and hearing you talk about pilots getting drugged was not what I thought my evening would be.”
“No, you thought you were gonna get laid by some honey in that bar,” she said with an annoyed smirk.
“No. I didn’t. I don’t do honeys in bars, and for your information, I haven’t had sex in almost a year.”
“Maybe you should,” she giggled, “it might improve your mood.”
He took a step toward her, and she stepped back, swallowing at the sheer size of the man in front of her. Wyatt had always been big, but somehow in this room, alone with him, he seemed bigger. Taller. Wider. Definitely more defined.
“Maybe I should. You offering, Ulani?” He emphasized her given name, and she just stared at him. “You have to admit that kiss was pretty fucking hot.”
“I’m not your type,” she said quietly, almost hoping it wasn’t true.
“You’re exactly my type,” he smiled. “You’ve grown up. Beautiful, sexy, athletic, legs for days. You’re the smokin’ hothoney. And you never answered me about the kiss. It was pretty fucking hot, right?”
“Yes. Yes, it was hot, but I expected nothing less from you.”
“What does that mean? Why would you expect that from me?”
“God, you guys are all so damn dense it’s a wonder that anyone at Belle Fleur ever reproduced. I didn’t date, Wyatt. Ever. I didn’t go to prom or homecoming or any other damn dance. I didn’t go to graduation parties. I didn’t go to movies with guys. Ever.”
“I don’t understand,” he said quietly, shaking his head.
“You’re fucking stupid, that’s why,” laughed his roommate, walking out, rubbing his eyes.
“Sorry. I thought you weren’t here,” said Wyatt. “And what do you mean I’m stupid?”
“Dude, she fucking likes you. From the sounds of it, since you were kids. Geez, it’s no wonder you never get laid. Look, I was just taking a nap. I’m headed to meet Coco. Not sure what kind of fucking name that is, but her pics were hot.”
