They wouldn’t.
Not since I was the one to introduce them to her. Had she entered this place without me? That might’ve been a different story.
The only other person that had ever tried to enter my domain without my first introducing them had been my brother. My brother who’d immediately regretted his decision to come over and ‘hang’ without me present.
Silo and Bones had chased him out of my place so fast that he’d gotten a little wind burn.
Bones’ butt wagged as he came directly to Wyett. Silo, on the other hand, came to me and looked at Wyett warily. As if she wasn’t quite sure about her just yet.
Then the damn woman reached into her purse and pulled out two dog bones.
When my brows rose, and she saw the look on my face, her cheeks flooded with the most beautiful color I’d ever seen.
God, I wanted to kiss the hell out of her.
“I, uh, knew that I was going to get to see them. I wanted them to like me,” she admitted. “I don’t usually carry any dog treats around with me.” Her cheeks heated more. “Okay, that’s kind of a lie. There’s this dog that I see on my morning walk that I carry a bone around for. He’s a Mastiff, and he has all these big jowls, and I love him. I’ve always wanted a Mastiff.”
My lips quirked. “You should get one.”
She shook her head, her eyes wide. “I’ve, uh, never had a dog before. I’ll take really good care of yours, I swear! But yeah, I don’t think I need to add a puppy to the mix right now.”
My head tilted. “I’m going to be in there for at least four years, honey. That’s a long time not to have what you want.”
Her shoulders slumped. “Four whole years?”
I shrugged. “I pleaded for ten. Parole at possibly four. We’ll see.”
She sighed. “That just… sucks.”
It did suck.
Because I really fuckin’ liked Wyett. A lot.
I wished that she’d agreed sooner, actually.
At least then we would’ve had a bit of time together before I had to leave.
I patted her shoulder, and my fingers brushed the bare skin of her shoulder.
“It’s sweet that you care,” I admitted. “Now, for the rest of what I need to show you.” I jerked my chin in the direction of the rest of the house. “Follow me.”
CHAPTER 3
I need a job that isn’t too ‘jobby.’ Where I can do work that’s not too ‘worky.’
-Wyett to Six
WYETT
It was like being in a different universe.
Hunt’s house was massive. If it could be called a house.
Honestly, at first it didn’t look all that great from the outside.
It was located in a rough area of town. Not one that I would’ve chosen to live in had I been given the choice.
However, the moment he’d inputted a code to drive my car through the rather large garage doors of the warehouse, the whole thing had been transformed.
Then he’d parked, led me to an elevator, and then taken me up to this floor which had another keypad to enter.
My first impression of his place had been awe.
After he’d put me down inside of his living room, that was. When I’d been in his arms, giddy excitement had thrummed to life inside of me.
Hell, those excited flutters were still going crazy in my belly.
The man was sin personified.
Tall—really fuckin’ tall—with the most gorgeous square jawline that I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing.
He had brown hair, blue eyes that were partially hidden behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and perfectly straight white teeth.
And, from what he’d told me earlier, he was a computer hacker/nerd guy that didn’t look anything like any nerd that I’d ever seen before.
This man was built.
He was tall, muscular, and had these shoulders that just begged to hold himself up while he pumped his hips…
“This is my office,” he said as he punched in yet another key code to get inside. “You can use it if you want. I don’t mind. Just don’t let anyone else use it. Not your best friend who needs a computer really quick. Not any boyfriends. Nothing.”
My mouth fell open. “Boyfriends? I’m married.”
His eyes trained on me, the blue seeming a little more intense than they were before.
“I don’t want you to be celibate for the four years while I’m gone,” he said carefully. “It would make me an asshole to ask that of you.”
I waved my hand away. “That’s not happening. Whether you give me permission or not. This marriage is real in my eyes. At least until you dissolve it when you get out. I assume you wanted us to marry so that you could keep all this safe?”
All this meaning his bat cave of computer equipment.
Wow, there were a lot of computers. I felt like I was in one of those Navy ships with all the computers everywhere.