I last one whole week before giving up on my idea to stay away from Lana. Even if she hates me for it, I can’t go another night without seeing her. Now that I have a solid plan for the house, there isn’t much else keeping me from her.
At least nothing but her.
Before I stop by the guesthouse, I make a quick detour for Wyatt and Delilah’s place.
Delilah throws the door open. “What are you doing here?”
“Is your husband around?” I try to peek over her head, but she snaps her fingers in my face.
“Why?”
“I need to speak to him about something.”
She crosses her arms against her chest. “If the reason you came back here is because you want to stir up trouble—”
“He’s not.” Wyatt pulls Delilah away from the door and tucks her underneath his arm.
His chin tips in my direction. “You’re back.”
“Yup.” I pop thep.
His left brow rises. “Permanently?”
“So long as Lana wants me to be.”
Delilah frowns. “Are you sober?”
I flash my chip in front of her. Wyatt’s eyes narrow at the chip before he looks down at Delilah. “Can you give us a minute?”
She rises on the tips of her toes and gives him a kiss on the cheek. “Fine.”
Wyatt smacks her ass as she walks away, earning himself a half-hearted glare from over her shoulder.
“Want to take a walk?” He motions outside.
“Sure.” I tuck my hands into my pockets and step off the porch.
“How was rehab?”
“About as good as I remember.”
He snorts a laugh. “Liar.”
“It was torture, but I’m glad I did it.”
He claps me on the shoulder. “Hopefully it sticks this time.”
“I was hoping…” My voice drifts off, the courage I had from earlier evaporating.
“I’d be your sponsor?”
“If the offer still stands, that is.”
He looks at me out of the corner of his eye. “Depends if you tell me why Lana is upset with you for leaving.”
My brows rise. “Did she say something?”
Not that I would blame her if she did.