“Trust takes time.” Delilah gives my hand a squeeze.
My head hangs. Deep down, I know Violet and Delilah are right. Cal and I can play house for as long as we want, but that won’t change the fact that I still don’t fully trust him.
Trust takes time. Delilah’s words replay in my head.
I hope so.
I return from girls’ night to find Wyatt and Cal caught in a death stare match. They both sit on opposite sides of the living room, the tension bleeding from both of their hiked shoulders.
“Glad you’re back. Can you call off your guard dog now?” Cal doesn’t look in my direction.
Wyatt’s muscles strain beneath his T-shirt. “I’m a babysitter, not a guard dog.”
Cal’s eyes narrow. “You wouldn’t even let me read Cami a bedtime story.”
“Because I’m the one who usually does it when I watch her.” Wyatt pokes his chest.
“Well, she didn’t ask you, did she?”
Wyatt’s jaw ticks.
Good God. Watching the two of them get jealous over who Cami wants to read a bedtime story with is too much, even for me.
My ovaries, on the other hand, are living their best life.
“Thanks for watching Cami. I appreciate it.” I pat Wyatt on the back.
Merlin comes out from under the couch to rub his body against my leg. I reach down and run my hand across his silky coat. It only took Merlin a week to warm up to Cami and me, thanks to the fancy cans of tuna I bought him.
“Hey there,” I coo.
“You have a cat?” Wyatt’s head swings in Cal’s direction.
“Yup.”
I carry the cat into my arms and wave his paw in the air. “Say hi to Merlin.”
And you were worried about Cami getting attached…
Wyatt’s eyes right. “Merlin? Wasn’t he King Arthur’s mentor or something?”
“Yup.” Cal’s jaw clenches.
“That’s cute, Percival. Who knew you had a King Arthur kink?”
“I called him that because the name reminded me of my mom, asshole.”
Wyatt’s smile falls. “Sorry.”
Cal doesn’t bother sticking around. The door to his bedroom clicks shut behind him, leaving me to deal with Wyatt.
“What’s gotten into him?” I ask.
Wyatt shrugs. “I’m not sure. He‘s been pissed since the moment I showed up.”
Cal was in a good mood when I left, so I’m not sure what happened within the few seconds it took Wyatt to walk inside the house.
I give him a shove. “Could you at least try to be civil with him?”