Chapter 34

Wyatt

Beau didn’t get it and he wouldn’t unless I elaborated and that wasn’t going to happen, words couldn’t describe what encompassed the allure I felt for this woman. So it was all right by me that he remained in the dark for the time being. I wasn’t saying shit.

I finished seasoning the meat we would smoke and the strips we would turn into jerky and washed my hands as Beau stacked them up. We each took a pile covering the top with an empty sheet to keep the flys off. Bri came around the corner at that moment, her caramel hair brushed, fluffy waves framing the soft curves and angles of her face and the long length of it hanging down to the small of her back, perfect for wrapping around my fist and,___ Moon above I needed to get my head somewhere else.

“I’ll clean up in here for you,” she said propping her hip against the counter and leaning into it, she flipped a tress back, exposing the milky pale shoulder that the neck of my shirt fell off of, and the all too pronounced collar b