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“That’s what I’m trying to figure out, and it’s driving me crazy.”
“I know,” Echo says with a smile. “Why don’t you get him drunk and then ask? He’d be bound to slip up.”
I chuckle. “Great idea. The only problem with that is I’d have to spend time with him to get him drunk willingly, and I bet he’d see right through me.”
“True. Maybe you should befriend him then. If he feels like you’re friendly, he might be willing to share his diabolical plans.”
“That seems far too painful. I’ve already spent enough time around him. I don’t want to befriend him.”
“He might see right through that as well,” Echo says. She takes another bite of her sandwich as she thinks. “Oh, I know,” she says. “Find out where he’s staying, then in the middle of the night, sneak into his room, capture him, and then torture it out of him. I’ve heard men are very protective of their junk.”
I snort so hard that I feel a few drops of snot fly out of my nose. I wipe my nose with my napkin before I say, “Echo Alaska.” She just chuckles and shrugs. “You know, I think I might have to keep you close. I don’t think it’s smart to piss you off.”
“You would be right about that,” she says with a devilish grin.
Yeah . . . very close.
Although I’m not opposed to the torture thing. I might have to think about that.
Chapter Four
WYATT
I wrap my towel around me and slip out of the bathroom into the main part of my bedroom and sit on the edge of my bed.
What a fucking day.
I would never admit this to Aubree, because I think she’d find too much joy in it, but fuck am I exhausted.
And sore.
Holy shit, am I sore.
Here I am, thinking I work out and can lift all the weights, but the moment I dabble in some manual labor, I’m humbled very quickly.
I even got a blister today from wielding a hammer.
I think the last time I got a blister was when I was doing some work for a local marina, hauling in rope from the harbor as research. Another brutal day out on the job.
Just goes to show that the pads of my fingers might be tough from typing all day, but the rest of my hands and body are not prepared for manual labor.
“I’m going to need ibuprofen,” I mutter as I drape my hand over my head just as my phone dings with a text message.
These days, that can only really be one person. It seems that when Cadance fell out of love with me, she decided she no longer wanted anything to do with me. Fuck, that has stung. From preparing for life till death parts us, professing love and faithfulness, to walking away with no further contact.Man, did I read her wrong.Definitely in theI refuse to grieve her any longerstage.
Even if that doesn’t completely dissolve the hurt.
I take a look at my screen.
Laurel:How was your first day?
I sit up on my bed and text her back.
Wyatt:Last night was superior. The Rowleys welcomed me, and we all shared some cookies while we caught up. Hattie is dating Hayes Farrow, which I was surprised to see. MacKenzie was cuter than ever and loved the horse we picked out. And Aubree . . . well, she was less than thrilled to see me.
I position my pillow against the headboard and get comfortable as Laurel texts me back.
Laurel:But we kind of knew that was going to happen, right? She’s the most jaded.
