Then Came You

He laughed. “It’s not just you. Not even close.”

She opened her eyes and stared at him, achingly unsure and vulnerable. Shaking his head, a little thrown off by how much he wanted to see her smile again, he stepped into her. “Not even close,” he repeated softly.

“This has to stop,” she said, just as softly, her big eyes entreating and desperate. “We can do it,” she said, and he wondered which of them she was trying to convince.

“Look, I’ll show you,” she said, and pulled out her phone. She accessed her calendar and shoved it under his nose. “Three hundred and twenty-three days left.”

“That’s wrong,” he said. “You haven’t updated. It’s three hundred and twenty-two, see?”

She stared at the screen and blinked. “Huh. I guess I forgot.”

He wondered if she realized that was a sign, and then decided by the a

Which made him the crazy one. Shit. He’d been here, right here in this place before, and he’d promised himself not to do this again.

Emily was looking into his face. “You look like you just had an epiphany.”

Yes, and it wasn’t all that pleasant. He shook his head.

She opened her mouth to say something but Mike called for her from down the hall.

With one last long look at Wyatt, she left his office.

When Darcy poked her head in five minutes later, Wyatt was still standing in the exact same spot.

She barely reached his shoulder, to which she gave a good shot with her fist, right where he’d been bitten.

“Jesus,” he said, rubbing it. “What the hell’s your problem?”

“You,” she said, and did it again.

He caught her fist in his hand. “Knock your shit off, Darcy. I don’t have time for your games.”

“Even if I give you a hint?” she asked, and leaned in close. “You’re an idiot.”

He let out a breath and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Go away.”

“Can’t. It’s my job to give you your messages. And this one’s from me. You got screwed by Caitlin. She left you for a job, and you don’t even get to be mad about it because it was noble and all that bullshit. But that didn’t negate your feelings for her, did it? You’d have eventually married her, and then it would have been worse. You didn’t deserve that, Wyatt, honest to God you didn’t, and there’s not a person in Sunshine that appreciates how she treated you in the end. But if you let yourself fall for Emily—another woman who isn’t the right one for you, you will get exactly what you deserve. Disappointment—again.”

“I’m sorry,” came a quiet voice.

Wyatt and Darcy both turned to face a pale Emily standing in the doorway. She bit her lower lip. “I really didn’t mean to hear that.”

Darcy blew out a breath. “No, I’m the sorry one. Don’t pay any attention to me, I’m crazy. Everyone knows that.”

“No, it’s true,” Emily said.

“That I’m crazy?” Darcy asked.

“That if Wyatt falls for me, he’d be disappointed. It’s a recurring theme in my life.”

Shit. Wyatt started toward her, but she put up a hand. “No, we really don’t need to discuss.”

Mike had come into the front room behind her, a file in his hand. Behind him was Woodrow. Around the dog’s neck was a badge on a braided lanyard, just like the ones all the staff wore. It had his pic, name, and addy—Belle Haven— just like a real one.

Emily took the file from Mike’s fingers, bent to kiss Woodrow on the head, and vanished into an exam room.

Woodrow and Mike vanished.

“Nicely done,” Wyatt said to his sister. “You really outdid yourself there.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Save it,” he said. “It’s my fault, anyway.” He pushed past her and went after Emily.

She was with Mr. Myers and his thirteen-year-old golden retriever Buddy. “I’ve got this,” she said without looking at him, nose buried in the file.

Wyatt smiled at Mr. Myers.

Mr. Myers smiled back. He was somewhere between eighty and two hundred years old. He hadn’t worn his teeth today. Wyatt was counting on the fact that he wasn’t wearing his hearing aid, either. The guy hated both with a wellknown passion. “Emily—”

“Dr. Stevens,” she corrected. “And I’m a little busy right now.”

“I just want to be clear about why you’re upset.”

“Shh!” She slid a quick look at Mr. Myers.

“He can’t hear you. He can’t hear anything without his hearing aid.”

She relaxed marginally but emotion still sparked from her. “I’m trying to be professional,” she whispered.

“Professional?” he asked. “Is that what we’ve been doing?”

She flicked another glance Mr. Myers’s way, found him sitting there humming to himself, and then glared at Wyatt. “We both know exactly what we’ve been doing. Fun and games.”

“Which we both agreed to,” he reminded her.

“Yeah.” Her eyes shuttered. “Which apparently doesn’t include discussing your ex with me. Which doesn’t matter anymore since we’re done as of now. So if you’ll go on your merry way, I have a patient.”

Wyatt looked at Mr. Myers. “Excuse us a moment.”

“Eh?” Mr. Myers cupped a hand over his ear. “Sorry, so

“Hall,” Wyatt said to Emily. “Now.”

“As lovely an offer as that is,” she said. “No, thank you.”

Wyatt held up a finger to Mr. Myers, signaling that they needed a moment. Wrapping his fingers around Emily’s arm, turning her to face him, he pulled her into the far corner.

“Back off.” She held up a syringe. “I’m about to express Buddy’s anal glands.”

Buddy let out a sigh and dropped his head to his paws.

“According to his file,” Emily said, “he needs sedation first.” The syringe got a little closer to Wyatt’s face. “Get your hand off me or I’ll treat you instead.”

He paused and resisted the urge to smile. “Did you just threaten to sedate me and then express my anal glands?” He leaned in a little closer so that their noses were nearly touching. “Because I’ve gotta tell you, sweetness, I’m all for getting adventurous, but payback’s a bitch.”

She gasped and reared back, her gaze flying to Mr. Myers.

Mr. Myers smiled at her.

She gave him a shaky smile, blew out a breath, sent Wyatt a nasty look before heading back to the table. “We’re done discussing this,” she said. “All of it.”

“All of what exactly? Spell it out for me.”

“Everything, starting with that night in Reno. It’s done, over, and finished. We’re clearly not suited. In any way.”

“Fu

“Shh!” Her gaze whipped to Mr. Myers, who was studying the ceiling. “And that’s exactly what I mean,” she whispered furiously. “Listen, I realize this is my own fault, not yours. I’ve put out mixed signals. I’m not going to do that anymore. It’s not good for either of us. We’re done, Wyatt. We’ve got to be done.”

“Maybe you’d better put that in writing,” he said, feeling his own temper rise, hating how easily she said that. “And keep a copy on you, since you tend to forget every single time you jump me.”

“Fine,” she said through her teeth. “Now if you’ll be so kind as to vacate my patient’s room. I think I can handle this procedure by myself.”

“Squeezing a guy’s balls? Yeah, you got that one down.”

Mike poked his head in the room. “Emily? Call on line two.”

“Take it,” Wyatt said. “I’ve got this.”

She shook her head and left.

“Holy cow, you’re bad at that, so

Wyatt turned to Mr. Myers. “Excuse me?”

“I was kinda hoping you were going to teach me something,” Mr. Myers said. “But I’ve got more game than you. Hell, Buddy has more game than you.”

Buddy licked Wyatt’s face as Wyatt stared at Mr. Myers. “You’re wearing your hearing aid.”

“Nope, I got perfectly good hearing. I just pretend I don’t cuz no one ever tells me anything.”

Twenty-three

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