Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
In case he needed to call in Nate. He wouldn’t involve the sheriff if this was a case of Wayne needing a password.
But he didn’t think it would end there.
Wyatt moved his fingers over the keys of the laptop. “Yeah, I’ll get it done, and I’ll make sure my brother has no reason to pull anything shady. I’ll give him what he wants and then we’ll figure out what to do from there.”
Sawyer had a couple of things he needed to do, too. He stood and moved to the door. At least Wyatt wasn’t talking about dumping Sabrina and going on the run anymore. Giving him something to do—that was the key. “So you’ll call Sabrina?”
Wyatt was right about leaving her out of the meeting tonight. There was zero reason to put her on Wayne’s radar at this point. But Sawyer didn’t want Wyatt to get lost in the planning and forget to let her know. He wouldn’t want her sitting there looking all pretty and having to deal with the slow recognition she’d been stood up.
Wyatt didn’t raise his eyes from the laptop. “I will definitely let her know how things are going.”
There was a piece of Sawyer that thought those words sounded ominous. An instinct whispering something was going on in Wyatt’s head and he wouldn’t like the outcome.
But he was real good at ignoring it. What would Wyatt do? He might be way overly dramatic and scare her, but then they would all sit down and figure this out.
He would only be there because it was his bar. So he should definitely be involved in the discussion because it was his bar and Wyatt lived at his house. Cool. That made sense.
Yeah, it was easy to shove aside the voice telling him to talk to Wyatt some more. What was hard was not getting excited at the prospect of Sabrina needing him. Of them both needing him.
He might not have to give her up. Not yet.
Sawyer walked out feeling oddly hopeful for once.
Chapter Ten
Sabrina looked down at the text she’d just received and felt her stomach drop.
Hey, I was going to let this go, but I decided to be a nice guy and give you the heads up. I’m not coming tonight. The weekend was great, but I’m not interested in seeing you again. I like my women a little wilder. Good luck out there.
She read it again. And again.
They’d talked hours before and Wyatt hadn’t given her a single hint he was anything but excited about their date. He’d talked about which burger he would order and asked if she would want to dance with him.
Not once had he told her he was thinking about dumping her because she wasn’t “wild” enough.
Tears threatened to blur her vision.
This wasn’t Wyatt.
She texted back.
Hey, what’s going on?
She waited a couple of minutes, hoping to see the little circles that would tell her he was writing back. Impatience took over.
Wyatt, you need to talk to me.
A message not delivered sign appeared under her text, and she noticed it wasn’t the same color it had been before. All of the previous messages had appeared in blue and the one she’d last typed was now in green.
Had he blocked her number?
He’d slept with her for days, told her how much he wanted her, and then blocked her number?
She would have slept with him anyway. But that fucker had basically made her fall in love with him. He’d told her how perfect she was for him, how great they could be together, and it was all a lie.
Or was something else going on?
“Hey, can I get you a drink? I feel like the first bottle of wine should be on the house since I know what happened at school today.” Callie Hollister-Wright wore a Trio T-shirt and jeans, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail.
Charlie and Zander, Callie’s twin boys, had taken hide and seek to a whole new level today. They’d been playing with the younger kids and managed to hide in the ceiling. They’d damn near given Del a heart attack, but Sabrina had excellent hearing and they couldn’t contain their glee at freaking the teacher out. “They’re good kids, but I think I will have a drink. Vodka tonic.”
Callie’s brows rose in obvious surprise. “I thought you were more of a white wine girl.”
Should she even stay? It might be a better idea to leave and drink alone at her place with the freaking ghost.
How was she going to tell her sister she’d been a complete idiot? That she’d been played?
She should have known. This shouldn’t come as a complete surprise to her. It was how her life worked. What the hell had she been thinking? She wasn’t even close to their league looks-wise, and neither of those men would want a schoolteacher for a girlfriend. Sawyer had been plain. Wyatt had lied.