“Figures you’d pick a place hotter than hell.” Warmth rolls through me at the sound of Wyatt’s deep, rough drawl. I look left, and suddenly, Wyatt’s in my space. All around me. All I see. His approach is like a record scratch. The energy shifts. Everyone watches us like we’re a TV show they can’t turn off. Muscles ripple around his square jaw. He doesn’t smile. His eyes have me locked in some intense gaze. Truth is, I can’t tear my own from him.
