Wild Rekindled Love (15 page)

Wyatt smiled mischievously. “Not right away, anyway.”

“I don’t do those things on the first date, you know.”

“I distinctly remember that part of your personality.” She knew indecision rippled across her features when he said, “Come on, Jamie. Give it a try—give us a try.”

“All right, but we are going to take this slow. No rushing me, Wyatt. You promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

“So how is this going to work?”

“What if I pick you up at your parent’s house tomorrow evening since I don’t have to work and we’ll just go to dinner somewhere and then maybe to a movie?”

Her eyes focused on his throat a second, before they returned to his and she replied, “I guess that would be okay.”

“When do you take your nursing test again?”

“Day after tomorrow, so we’ll have to put off the dinner and movie until that’s over. I have to be able to concentrate.”

He cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Are you saying you can’t concentrate with me around?”

“You do make it rather difficult, you know.”

A half-crooked smile lifted the corners of his mouth.

Shit. I should never have told him that.

“Mmm…well I guess I’ll just have to leave you alone until Monday night then.”

“Yes, you will. In fact, I should head for home now so I can study.”

They stepped apart and his hand found the small of her back as he escorted her back to the table to say goodbye to Liz. “Will you at least let me walk you out to your truck?”

“I guess. You know, I really planned on getting roaring drunk tonight so I could forget all about you.”

“Did you?”

“Yes I did, but since we’re dating now, I guess that’s probably a moot point.”

“Probably.”

The question on the face of her ‘friend’ almost had her smiling. “Liz, I’m heading home.”

“With Wyatt?”

“Noooo…” She felt like slapping that smirk on Liz’s face. “I’m going back to my parents so I can study. I’ll see you later.”

“Sure, girl. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Jamie rolled her eyes. “I know what you would do, Liz, and no, I’m not going there.” After she grabbed her purse, she turned to Wyatt and said, “Shall we go?”

“After you, pretty lady.”

She shook her head and turned toward the entrance with Wyatt’s hand caressing the small of her back.

“I thought there was no touching?”

“At least give me this much, Jamie. How about no touching after tonight?” He grinned and she sighed.

Wyatt’s bike sat a few feet from the door and when they stopped next to it, she said, “You’re impossible.”

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “I know, but you love me anyway.”

Her startled gaze fixed on him.
I hope it’s not that obvious.
“I never said that.”

Wyatt just smiled, before his lips found the corners of her mouth and nibbled softly. His tongue slipped along the crease of her lips and she sighed as she opened for him. He moaned when his tongue dove inside her mouth, dancing with her own for a moment. Wyatt’s hand slipped into her hair and caressed the back of her head with his hand.

“I better go,” she whispered.

“I know.” He stepped back and dropped his hands. “I’m going to do the gentlemanly thing and let you go home without ravishing you first.”

“If you don’t, this dating thing won’t work.”

“You are such a hard-nose.” He chuckle softly, leaned over and kissed her quickly on the lips. “I’ll see you on Monday, then.”

She stepped back as he straddled the bike, slipped on his helmet and hit the ignition. He brought up the kickstand and blew her a kiss before he pulled way.

Her fingers drifted to her lips as they tingled from the pressure of his mouth. She shook her head and smiled softly, before she pulled out her keys and headed for her truck.

When she finally reached the house, she headed for her room, the smile still lingering on her lips. She reached for the doorknob just as Samantha came out of hers.

“Hey, Mom. I thought you were going out tonight?”

“I did for a little bit, but I realized I should probably come home and study since my test is Monday. What are you still doing up?”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “It’s Saturday, Mom.”

Jamie tweaked her nose as she said, “That doesn’t mean free rein to stay up until the wee hours.”

“It’s only ten.”

“Yeah, well, you need your beauty sleep.”

“Whatever.” Samantha leaned over and sniffed her shirt, before she asked, “Was Dad at the bar?”

Jamie’s startled gaze met her daughter’s. “Why do you ask that?”

Samantha’s shoulder lifted in a half shrug. “Your shirt smells like him.”

“I can’t get away with anything, can I?”

“He
was
there.”

“Yes, Samantha, he was.”

Samantha smiled and the dimples that branded her a Wilder, peeked out of her cheeks. “Did you dance with him?”

“Yes.”

Their daughter pumped her fist as she squealed, “Yesss.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, young lady.”

“At least you danced with him. It’s a start.”

“I’m going to bed now, Sam.”

“You’re avoiding talking to me about him, Mother, but that’s okay. I can always call him and ask. He’ll tell me.” Sam grinned again.

Jamie set her hands on her hips as she tried to look sternly at Sam. “I obviously need to have a talk with your father.”

“Night, Mom.”

“Samantha Renee…”

Sam smiled and disappeared into her room as Jamie sighed heavily. She pushed open her own bedroom and quickly closed the door behind her before she stripped off her clothes and headed for the shower.

I need a nice, relaxing, hot shower and I’ll sleep like a baby.

“That is until turquoise blue eyes invade my dreams,” she grumbled as she turned on the water and slipped beneath the stream. Once she finished, she slid between the cool sheets on her bed and tried to close her eyes.

Several moments later, she rolled over and grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand. She flipped through the numbers until she found the one she sought and hit talk.

“Hey.” The soft low rumble of his voice met her ear and she smiled.

God, I love the sound of his voice. Silky and sexy with the right amount of growl, exactly enough to set my panties on fire.

“Hi.”

“Can’t sleep?”

“Mmm…how’d you guess?”

She could almost hear the smile in his voice. “I don’t think you’ve changed that much, baby. If I remember correctly, you used to do this quite a bit when we were younger.”

“What’s that?” she whispered.

“Call me when you couldn’t sleep.”

“Am I that transparent?”

“Only to me.”

She sighed. “Did Sam call you?”

“Yeah. A little while ago. She said you told her we danced at the bar.”

“She could smell you on my shirt.”

His soft chuckle met her ear as he said, “I guess I’ll have to change my cologne then.”

“No…don’t.”

“Why?”

“I like your cologne.”

Silence met her ear for several long moments.

“I wish I was there with you.”

“I wish you were too,” she murmured, before she sighed. “I guess I should go so I can try to get some sleep. I need to be rested for this test on Monday.”

“You’ll do fine, honey. I have confidence in you.”

“Thanks, Wyatt. You always know exactly what to say.”

“Sweet dreams, baby.”

“Night.”

* * * *

Jamie took a deep breath and stared at the computer screen in front of her. With shaking hands, she reached for the mouse and clicked the start button that would begin the test as she chewed her bottom lip. The first question popped up on the screen and she slowly read the entire thing before she clicked on an answer.

I can do this. I know I can do this.

Two hours later, she walked out of the classroom with a huge smile on her face. Her test had stopped at seventy-five questions and she felt confident that she had passed, even though she wouldn’t know for sure until three days from now.

She quickly walked to her truck, pulled the keys and her cell phone from her purse before she opened the door and slid inside. Her finger flipped through the phonebook on her phone as she grinned from ear to ear and dialed.

“Hey. How’d it go?”

She chewed her bottom lip before she said, “Good—I think.”

“What do you mean, you think?”

“Well…there are two hundred and sixty five questions, maximum on the test. Mine stopped at seventy five.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“Well, from what I’ve heard, if it stops at seventy five, you either did great and that’s all it took for the computer to determine you passed or you did really bad and you failed miserably.”

“I’m sure you passed with flying colors.”

“God, I hope so Wyatt, but what if I didn’t?”

“Then you’ll take it again in a few months. Don’t worry.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Want me to take your mind off of it?”

She smiled to herself as she asked, “What do you have in mind?”

“We were supposed to do dinner and a movie tonight, but why don’t you come over here and I’ll cook.”

She laughed. “You’re going to cook?”

“Of course. I’ve learned several interesting things since we were together. How about you come over here and I’ll show you.”

Her pussy clenched at the thought, but she didn’t think he meant ‘interesting things’ in the sexual department, or did he?

I’m the one that set down the rules of no kissing, no touching and definitely, no sex. Damn it anyway!

“I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

“Make it an hour and I’ll run to the store to get some things for dinner. How would you like chicken parmesan with a green salad and pasta?”

“Sounds yummy. Do you want me to bring anything?”

“Why don’t you get a nice white wine, like Pinot Noir?”

“Perfect. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Jamie hung up the phone as she started the truck before she pulled out into the street and headed for home. She wanted a quick shower before she went to his place for dinner. When she reached the house, she almost skipped up the stairs to her room, only to be stopped by Samantha as she stood against her door jamb, with her arms across her chest and a pleased smile on her lips.

“What are you grinning about, young lady?”

“Going to Dad’s?”

Jamie frowned. Damn, she hated being so obvious. “Yes, if you must know.”

“He said you two were dating.”

I’m going to have to talk to him about discussing our relationship with Samantha. It wouldn’t do any good to get her hopes up.

“Yeah, well, it’s just dinner, Sam.”

“It’s a start, Mom.” Samantha’s grin widened enough that her dimples peeked out of her cheeks and she said, “Have a good time and don’t worry about coming home.”

“Samantha!”

Sam whistled softly as she disappeared down the hall and Jamie shook her head in disbelief. Jamie went inside her room and pulled out different clothing in an attempt to find something suitable to wear.

“No,” she said, tossing aside the flowered top she held. She picked up a blue tank top with small straps that held it up at her shoulders and eyed it speculatively. Tapping her finger against her lip, she finally set it aside as she decided it would be the shirt she’d wear. “Now. Jeans? Skirt? Mmm…” She held up a pair of jeans, and then switched to the skirt, before she decided on the jeans. “Thong? Oh, yeah.”

Chapter Eleven

One hour later, she rang the doorbell on his house and she smiled when she heard the music coming from inside. He knew her favorite music and he played on the fact as George Strait crooned “I Cross My Heart.” She shook her head, smiled and looked at the toes of her boots when she remembered their first dance. They had taken a picnic out near the river and he’d brought along a radio. When that song came on, he asked her to dance with him under the trees. Her heart had hammered so hard, she’d thought it would jump right out of her chest.

The door whipped open and she peeked through her lashes at the man who had stolen her heart so many years before. Dressed in a button-up shirt and jeans, he looked like something wet dreams were made of, hers at least.

“You don’t have to ring the doorbell,” he said as he grasped her hand and pulled her inside, before he shut it behind her and pushed her against the door for a heart-stopping kiss. “Damn, you taste good.”