Page 33 of Falling for the Wife

Another text came from him.

Wyatt:Or are you…ready, I mean?

My cheeks flamed. Ready…Ready for what? What was he insinuating? Did he have some kind of notion that led him to think I was still a virgin? He saw me pursue Jared during his father’s birthday bash. Surely, he knew I succeeded, right?

Licking my lips, I typed my response.

Me:Ready for what exactly?

Wyatt:Falling in love with me.

Me:Uh…WHAT???

Wyatt:You’ve realized Jared’s too old, and he’s clearly blind. Not that I’m complaining. I know you got what you wanted, but I also know revealing who you really were that night was out of the question. His tastes vary from time to time, but I know enough of him, and he prefers brunettes.

I made a melancholy sigh. It was just as well. He had no idea how close he was to the truth. But everyone knew he liked his dark-haired women.

Me:You’re right. I don’t see him that way anymore. The fog’s been lifted and gone for good.

Wyatt:You won’t regret it, Gi. I promise to treat you well.

Me:Promises. Promises…We shall see, Wyatt Rinaldi.

Wyatt:I’ve wasted time with others waiting for you. No woman can hold a candle to you, Gisele.

That was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me. Was he drumming all these sweet nothings to sweeten me up, or was he truly being genuine about his intentions?

Me:Friday. Be seeing you.

Wyatt:Take care, beautiful.

My thumb scrolled to the very beginning, rereading our messages again. Wyatt, it seemed, wanted to continue where we left off three years ago. Time would tell.

“What’s making you smile like that?” Jared had entered the room with an inquisitive look about him, as if he expected me to tell him the truth as his eyes flickered from my phone to my face several times.

He still hadn’t worn a shirt to cover his sculpted pectoral muscles. Although, he didn’t appear sweaty any longer. Why had he showered before coming in here?

God…Why did I want him so much? Swallowing my denial, I shrugged before peeling my eyes away from his perfection. “Nothing…nothing really.”

“You’re quite terrible at lying. I won’t bite, but I do expect your honesty. I’ve done the same with you. If you tell the truth…well, it saves me time from hacking into your phone to find out the truth.”

It was my turn to panic. WTF! “You wouldn’t!” God, Wyatt referenced me being Lexi. He’d flip his shit if he realized I tricked him into sleeping with me.

“That bad, huh?” Jared’s testing me and how I hated him for it.

Damn him. “No, I was texting Wyatt. I’m seeing him again on Friday.”

“How was the Italian food last night?”

OMG.

“How’d you know that?”Was he psychic now too? SHIT.

“How’d you think I found you in Croatia, Gisele? You’re tracked wherever you go.” He pointedly gazed at me, not letting me off the hook just yet. “And even if your father hadn’t had one for you, I could easily access anything to make sure you’re okay.”

My heart lurched. It nosedived and skyrocketed at monumental speeds. “What do you mean access anything?” I asked, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.

“Anything connected to the internet…”

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