"Of course. It's a great opportunity," Wyatt said."Yes, it is." Fiona glanced behind her. He hadn't moved any closer to her, keeping a respectful distance. He didn't have any need for her to feel threatened. He might want to make her squirm, but not because she felt he'd attack her. She should remember that he wouldn't lay a hand on her. Against his better judgement, he said, "How are you doing, Fiona?"She finally looked him straight in the eye. As if she needed him to believe whatever she was saying, her gaze zeroed in on him. "I'm fine."He didn't believe her and part of him felt bad for her. Then again, she'd brought this on herself. If she'd stayed, they could have worked things out. Just because she was his mate didn't make things go smoothly, but it made him want to fight harder for her. He would've if she'd given any indication that she felt the same way.Instead, she'd left him a note, not even giving him a chance to help her with whatever her problems were. He would be bit
Fiona refused to step back. "I'm not concerned about standing anything. I just wanted to extend an olive branch. Make things easier if we meet in a supermarket aisle."Wyatt's gaze took her in. There wasn't the familiar twinkle in his eyes. "The supermarket aisle?"He knew that she wasn't a cook and that she rarely shopped. Takeout was her preference. If she looked away now, he would've won. He would have the upper hand. "People change.""You look exactly the same to me, Fi."She didn't know what to say to that. "Then we'll just ignore each other?""Works for me," Wyatt said.He left her personal space, pulling open his truck door. She could breathe again. He'd smelled as good as she remembered. He climbed into his truck, not looking back at her at all. She watched him as he pulled out of the parking space. She hated that she couldn't look away. Damn he was still a hot man who could get her blood running. He was the last person she needed to be attracted to. Having been down that road
Bold? Not that Wuatt would turn down a woman for being bold, but this wasn't the woman he wanted to bring home with him. "I don't think so."Wyatt stood as Brenda pouted. "Is there something wrong with me?"You aren't Fiona. "No, there's something wrong with me."He left Brenda at the bar, sure she was shooting daggers at his back. He didn't care. She wouldn't exorcise Fiona from his system. Nothing would, except being with Fiona. How sad he was.In his truck, he dialed Sebastian's number. "Hey, bro," Sebastian said. "You get your proposal in?""I did.""You saw Fiona?""Yes.""How was that?" Sebastian said."She looked great.""Now she's back in your head. Damn, bro," Sebastian said. "She never left it. Now she's just not so easily ignored. She's my mate. What the Hell am I supposed to do? She clearly didn't want to talk to me.""There must be someone in the den you can talk to. Someone must remember a time when a mate rejected a bear," Sebastian said."Yeah. Like I want to share th
"You didn't see him. He couldn't wait to get away from me. I must be so repulsive to him.""You're exaggerating. You've never thought of yourself as attractive. You are adorable and a force to be reckoned with. That's quite a combination."Fiona knew she should feel better about the whole situation, but her sister's cheerleading wasn't helping. Working with Wyatt was the only answer, but she had no idea how that was going to be successful. She'd never stopped loving him, but he'd clearly moved on. "Thanks for trying, sis."***Wyatt answered the phone. "Behr Electrical.""Wyatt Behr? This is Councilman Fred Murray. We've gone through the bids and we have a proposition for you and Miss Franklin. We liked aspects of both of your bids, so we would like the two of you to come up with a combined bid and resubmit."Wyatt's mouth opened and closed for a moment. "If we do this, we get awarded the bid?""Yes. Guaranteed.""Okay. Have you talked to Fiona?""She's willing to do this. I asked her
Fiona knew she had to swallow her pride and convince Wyatt that they should work together on this project. They only had two days to sort out their issues and get in a new bid. If she didn't get this job, she might not be able to pay for next semester's tuition for her sister. She certainly wouldn't be able to pay back the loan shark. This project would make her career. She didn't know how much of this to tell Wyatt. Would he be happy to see her fail? He might considering how she'd left. Then again, he hadn't seemed too bothered by her leaving since he hadn't followed her. Water under the bridge, she thought as she drove to The Three Behrs' Construction office. She was betting that he would be there, but she could just as easily run into Caleb or Sebastian. They could throw her out and then where would she be? She had no idea what kind of reception she'd get from them.When she pulled her truck next to the trailer of their latest job, she blew out a breath. Only Wyatt's truck was her
Ways Wyatt hated to admit that he missed.He climbed into his truck and drove away, chuckling to himself. He wasn't going to be easy on her. She'd stomped her foot as she watched him. He drove to The Mermaid. Why not have a beer before going home?Mick was in his usual spot behind the bar. He had a beer poured by the time Wyatt reached his seat. "Hey, Mick. Thanks.""Twice in one week. That's rare for you," Mick said."Tough week.""With Fiona back in town, it would be."Wyatt frowned. "I'm supposed to collaborate with her on a project."Wyatt sipped his beer, his heart just beginning to slow down. When he'd inadvertently touched Fiona, his skin had burned. His pulse had ratcheted up. Damn. She could still do it to him. How as he ever going to work with her?"You look like a man sentenced to death.""I feel that way. I don't think I can be around her.""You still have feelings?" Mick said. "Sadly, yes." He took another sip of his beer."Dude. Incoming," Mick said, then scurried away
Wyatt looked at his beer then back at Fiona. "You pick the spot, but I want to finish my beer first."She noticed that he didn't offer her one. Nor had the bartender been down to take her order. She didn't want anything, but the service here could've been better. "Fine. Finish your beer. Then let's meet at your office."Maybe if she gave him the home field advantage he wouldn't notice that she was lying. She left him in the bar, then drove to his office. It was dark, but a light on the outside of the building lit the parking lot. Sebastian and Caleb were nowhere to be found, much to her relief. She didn't want an audience for this. She sat in her truck, tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the tune on the radio. Wyatt would probably make her wait. He was stubborn that way. Whatever. They'd get past this and start to work on the project. The sooner they finished it, the sooner she could put him behind her. The sooner she could pay off the loan shark. Not able to sit still, she c
Wyatt had to admit that in this short time, he was enjoying working with Fiona. She was smart and didn't have any trouble expressing her opinion.Fiona continued, "They also reduced the number of USB outlets both of us put in.""Fewer people means fewer things to charge, I guess.""Well, the USB outlets cost a little more. Doesn't seem like a lot, but if you're buying a hundred of them, you still don't get that good a discount compared to regular outlets," Fiona said.He agreed. His hands itched to run through her hair. It had always been soft. She didn't put product in she'd told him once and her red hair was natural. He knew that for a fact. Someone knocked on the back door. Fiona jumped. He put a hand on her to steady her. "I'll get it."He left her in his office, needing the space for a moment. He took a deep breath, letting it out. This was going to be tougher than he thought. Maybe he needed to convince her to go to bed with him to get her out of his system. He doubted that she'
Fiona had no idea what Wyatt was so concerned about. What could he possibly show her that would be a problem? Things had been going well. "You wait on the porch, but you can approach me when I'm done. I won't hurt you. It's still me."Okay. That was weird. She didn't know what to expect. She wanted to lean, pretend a casual posture, but she couldn't. Not with the uncertainty in his eyes. Wyatt had never done anything to scare her. Until now. "You ready?"She nodded. "Go ahead."She only had less than an hour before the kidnappers would call again. Impatience warred with curiosity. He turned to her while standing in the yard. At first she blinked her eyes as if she wasn't sure what she was seeing. A few minutes later, where Wyatt had stood, a bear now stood. She looked around the yard. Wyatt hadn't moved. She'd been watching the whole time. The bear went down on all four paws. Her brain told her to be afraid. She wasn't. This had to be Wyatt, but what had happened? The bear approac
Wyatt squeezed her hand. Asking for help was hard for Fiona. He was proud that she was putting aside her pride to save her sister. When the forms were filled out, Colin sent them via email to his boss. "Let me walk over to his office and talk to him," Colin said.He left. Fiona turned to Wyatt. "I'm not sure how I'm going to repay this.""We'll work it out.'"You shouldn't take this debt on. It's my problem. I'll figure it out."He wished she would stop. She would understand as soon as she realized they were fated to be together. "Fi, it's okay. Let's worry about getting your sister back.""I'm scared for her," Fiona said."I know."Wyatt kissed her hand. "They have no reason to hurt her.""I hope not."Colin came back with a smile on his face. "Good news. It's all set. The money will be in your account in twenty-four hours."Wyatt stood, then hugged his cousin. "Thanks, Colin.""Not a problem."Fiona hugged him also and Colin sent Wyatt a leer over her shoulder. Wyatt showed his co
Wyatt shifted off of Fiona, then came back to lie next to her. He nuzzled her neck, his hand resting on her stomach. "I wish we could stay here forever," he murmured."That would be glorious. Pretend that the world wasn't out there. That nothing was wrong.""We'll work it out, Fi. I promise.""How can you be so sure?" she said. He groaned. "I just am. Trust me. I know that's hard for you."He was right. She didn't trust easily. Too many important people had let her down in life. Including Wyatt. He seemed as if he wanted to make that up to her. She patted him. "We need to get to work.""Ever the practical one," Wyatt said.He kissed her cheek, then stood. He held out his hand, helping her up. He pulled her into his arms, his face against her neck.She couldn't imagine being anywhere else. She loved this man, and as much as that scared her, she knew he wouldn't break her heart. At least not intentionally. He was a grown man who clearly knew what he wanted. And that was her. Her phon
"That bitch is trouble. You should stay away from her.""I don't take advice from punks. I expect you to deliver this message to your boss.""Fuck you."Wyatt smacked his head against the wall again. "Do it… Or what I do next will be worse."The man gritted his teeth. Then he nodded. "Fine."Wyatt pushed him down. He wanted to let his bear loose to tear this man from limb to limb, but he couldn't do that on Main Street. He'd threatened his mate and that was not a forgivable offense. "Tell your boss," Wyatt said, then walked back to his truck. He didn't look back at the man. The message had been clear enough and Wyatt knew the man was a bully. He wouldn't attack Wyatt because he knew he'd lose. Wyatt climbed into his truck. He let his heart slow down. He wasn't one to beat up people, but he wouldn't back down from a fight. Not when he had to defend someone in his den. Especially when he had to defend his mate. When he was sure he was calm enough, he started the truck. He pulled up
"Can't say. Have you called the cops?""I wanted to wait until you got here," he said. "Or Wyatt.""Wyatt hasn't been here?" Fiona said."No. I was waiting for one of you.""Call the cops. We need to make a report to get the insurance money."But she knew who this had been and there would be no evidence left behind. He must've left her place last night and come here. He must have been following her to know where she'd been working. Fiona pulled her phone out of her pocket. She was going to have to fire her crew. They weren't going to be needed. She was giving the job to Wyatt. And getting out of town. No matter what he said, he couldn't protect her from this. She couldn't let this spill over onto him.She walked outside with Jeb who was calling the cops. Wyatt pulled up. He climbed out, concern on his face. Fiona knew that she didn't have a poker face. He could probably tell something was wrong. He glanced at Jeb then back to her."What's going on?" he said."Someone pulled out the wi
Wyatt wasn't going to budge on this condition. He wanted Fiona in his life. In his house. In his bed. That way he could prove to her that they belonged together. Prove that she was his mate, and if he did, he wouldn't have to live alone for the rest of his life. He'd protect her. Protect her sister. They were all part of his den. He'd die for them. That's the deal.So she could sleep with him. Fiona used a band on her arm and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. He preferred her hair down, but this meant she was getting down to work. "I guess I'll pack."He couldn't hide his grin. With Fiona, the victories were few and far between. He wouldn't gloat, but he'd enjoy it. "How can I help?"She looked around, then laughed. "You think I have trunks and trunks of clothing hidden somewhere?""I guess not."He settled on her desk chair to watch her. She scurried around in a haphazard way. Of course she would. That was Fiona. If there was an efficient way to do something, she would do the op
"Fi, come on. I'm here. I'm willing to listen without judgment. If nothing else, we are friends. We work together. I respect you and your skills. At least give me a chance to help."Fiona shook her head. Shit. She was going to be stubborn. Wyatt looked around her apartment. It was her usual mess. He found a chair and sat on it. "I'm not leaving until you tell me."Sometimes with Fiona, you just had to dig in and wait. He'd stay all night and into tomorrow to figure this out. She was his mate. He owed her at least that much. Even if she never felt anything for him, he was going to protect her. She was part of him, part of his den. He couldn't walk out of here knowing she was in danger. Especially not knowing if that person could come back. Nope he was here for the duration. If she left, he'd follow. He wasn't letting her go that easily a second time.She sighed. Her gaze traveled back up to him and held his. "Okay, I'll tell you."***Fiona couldn't lie to Wyatt, but she didn't really
Fiona huffed, then turned back to stomp her way to her truck. Damn, that woman could be stubborn. Wyatt climbed into his truck, then waited for Fiona to pull out. She did and didn't try to lose him. He stopped in front of her apartment. She walked up to him. He rolled down his window. "Happy?" she said."Yes.""Good night, Wyatt."She turned away from him. He watched her climb the steps to her place. He waited until she unlocked the door, then turned on a light. He waited a few more minutes before driving off. Something wasn't right about this situation. Someone could've been waiting in her apartment. He should have checked first. Shit. He turned his truck around. Wyatt knew he wouldn't sleep until he was sure she was safe. That was his job. Even if she didn't know that she was his mate, he had to protect her. He'd failed when she left, but now she was back. She was his responsibility even if she didn't like it, no matter how stubborn she was, he would always push back when it came
"What are we supposed to talk about? Business is what we have in common.""How does it feel to be back here?" Wyatt said. Fiona hadn't really thought about it. Her only reason for coming back to was show Wyatt that she didn't need him. That she was as competent as an electrician as he was. She'd done that, sort of. "Uh, I guess okay.""It hasn't really changed much.""No, it hasn't."What a banal conversation. Was this how it was going to be for them for the rest of the job? This awkwardness?"How's your sister?""She's fine. In college and loving it.""You didn't want to go to college?"She'd had that dream at one point, but when her parents died, the desire had died with it. "I'm not cut out for sitting in a classroom."He nodded, then sipped his beer. "I can understand that. I'm not interested in theory. Tell me how something works for me. How can I use it in my job?""Exactly. You wire something, a light works. It's more rewarding," she said."Instant gratification.""Yeah, in a w