“I care,” he finally said. It wasn’t a lie. Linc really cared about Wyatt, wanted him to have a life out from under his father. The life he deserved. “What do you want?” Wyatt looked startled at Linc’s question, his full lips pulling down at the corners. “It doesn’t matter.” “It matters to me.” Linc didn’t know why it mattered or why Wyatt should care that it mattered to Linc. It shouldn’t. But he needed Wyatt to know that under different circumstances, he’d want this. Them. Whatever they fucking were. “I care about what you want. So, what do you want, sweet boy?”
