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I take another drink and reach for a nearby bowl of pretzels I haven’t eaten a thing since breakfast today, but downing this on an empty stomach could be catastrophic for my self-control

Wyatt stares at his drink, his shoulders hunched and his elbows on the bar The soft scent of leather and clean cotton and cologne wafts froh the thin plaid fabric

I ht as well be light years away from one another He won’t open up, won’t leton his private territory

Out of nowhere, a rush of heat flushes rees hotter as the alcohol courses throughit to hit this hard and fast —but in Cash’s defense, I told hi

Fanning my face, I turn to Wyatt, “It’s hot in here Is it hot to you?”

He shakes his head, his gaze sweeping over ht?”

“I think I just need some air” I hop down from the bar stool and head for the back door … only the last thing I expect when I get to the alley is to have a little company “You didn’t have to follow me out here”

Wyatt adjusts his hat, drinkingso hot Wasn’t going to let you go outside alone”

“You weren’t going to let me?” I chuckle “Cute”

“You knohat I meant”

“Then how noble of you” A cool gust of late-night air sweeps acrossin its place a tranquility I wasn’t expecting

“You feeling better yet?” Wyatt studies me, his handsome face colored with concern

“I am”

“I was thinking about taking off,” he speaks slowly, carefully, and his thumbs are hooked in the loops of in his jeans

“Sa lot and taking in a lungful of Whiskey Springs air “Now that I know you’re not three sheets to the wind, throwing chairs and crying out er needed”

“He said I was throwing chairs?”

“No But he did say you were crying out my name”