Wyatt Quotes

“Choose me. Goddamn, Sunshine, I’m dying for you to choose me.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“he holds on to the headboard with one hand and holds the other over my mouth. He pumps into me with a slow, silent savageness that has me curling my toes. “Make one fucking sound,” he whispers. “I dare you, Sunshine. I dare you to get us caught. What do you think your daddy would do if he saw us like this? His sweet little girl being fucked hard by her real daddy and liking it.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“That day you picked me up, you said you’d be my sunshine anytime.” He searches my eyes. “What do you think about being my sunshine forever?”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“She holds up her hands. “Okay, okay. I won’t ask. One final piece of wisdom: people will make you happier than a job ever will.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“You’re not sick. You’re in love with Sally.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“Nah, Sunshine. That ain’t how this is gonna work.” The playful, cocky gleam in his eye is back. “You date me, you don’t drive. You definitely don’t make the plans. I’ll buy some tickets. Then I’ll come grab you, and we’ll have some of that fun you been missin’. Sounds like we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“Checking out the cowboy across the bar, I have one thought and one thought only—Damn, I’ve missed this. Thick, tan, tattooed forearms rippling with muscle and crisscrossed with large veins—check. Stetson and a pair of broken-in Wranglers, which are topped off with a clean white tee that stretches across his broad chest and shows off his enormous biceps—check.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“Point being, I don’t think he’s ever let anyone get close since she died. Anyone except you.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“You bring the best out in him, you know. He’s always happiest after hanging out with Sally Powell.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I think Wyatt does want to be with someone. He wants to settle down. He’s just afraid to put his heart out there after what happened with our parents.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“Morning, Sawyer.” I smile at his daughter. “And good morning, Ella. We were just…coming to find y’all.” Sawyer’s lips twitch. “That so?” “Ella ride with Uncle Wy?” The little girl reaches out for Wyatt. “Ella loves him.” “Uncle Wy looks like he’s busy trying to get someone else to ride him.” Sawyer clears his throat. “I mean, ride with him.” “Can you not?” A flush works its way up Wyatt’s neck.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“That’s it, Penny. Let’s kick some cowboy ass.” But Wyatt catches up to us. “Cheaters never win!” “Call my bluff then!” “That makes no sense!” “I know!” “You were supposed to be my best student!” “Maybe you’re not such a good teacher!” “Don’t make me get out the ruler!” “I wish you would!” I’m laughing. We both are. I’m gripped by the crazy idea that I’ve never been this happy. Wyatt brings out the kid in me, and I guess I forgot what that feels like. It feels like freedom and joy and possibility.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“Isn’t this the whole point of what I do? I perform surgery so animals like Penny can run wild and free, just like she is now. It’s what she was born to do. Maybe I was born to be wild and free too. Maybe we all are, every living thing.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“Just sex, right?” Sally blinks. My pulse thumps. Ask me for more. Please, God, ask me for the world so I can give it to you. Instead, she nods. “Just sex. Yeah.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“The breeze blows her hair into her face. Letting go of her hand, I reach up to tuck the strands behind her ear. I hope she doesn’t notice that my hand’s a little shaky. I can’t believe this is happening. “Let me.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“Welp, there goes my plan to keep it in my pants. I let out a giant sigh of relief as my heart floats around my chest like a big, dumb, happy balloon.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“Do I play it safe, make small talk? Pretend like it never happened? Or do I jump in with both feet and tell my best friend I’ve been in love with her for over a decade? Ask her to stay at my place tonight and every night after that, please and thank you?”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“You need to get out more, Dr. Powell.” “Good thing you’re available, Mr. Rivers.” “For you?” Changing hands on the wheel so that he’s holding it in his left, he puts his right hand on my thigh. “Always.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“Does she feel the buzzy, tight energy between us too? Or am I losing my mind? The only thing keeping our faces more than an inch apart is the brim of my hat. I think about taking it off. I don’t, thanks to the few remaining shreds of self-control and dignity I have left.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“But her eyes, her smile, her general naughtiness, are the real turn-on. She puts her other hand on my chest and asks breathlessly, “This better?” “Much.” The word comes out as a grunt. Sally runs the tip of her tongue along her top teeth. “You gonna show me the ropes, cowboy?” Can’t. Stop. Staring. At her mouth mostly.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“But then Sally shocks the shit out of me and does what I told her for once. She rises out of her chair, and her eyes glimmer as she saunters the two steps it takes to get to me. Then she puts a hand on my shoulder and settles her weight on my lap before turning to the side and swinging her legs over my thighs, flashing a whole lot of smooth, soft skin in the process as the slit in her dress practically rides up to her belly button. Fuck.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“But as far as my brothers and Sally are concerned, this is all fake, so I’m safe. Only I don’t feel very safe at all when I pat my lap and say to Sally, “Your seat is here.” Duke lets out a bark of laughter that he tries to pass off as a cough. I cut him a warning glance before turning back to Sally.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“Why do I reach for the leg of Sally’s chair and yank her toward me like a possessive caveman, making her yelp? It’s not like me to care. Scratch that—I do care. It’s just not like me to show it. It’s especially not like me to be so publicly possessive.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“Sally gives my shoulder a squeeze. “No one bluffs better than you.” “I don’t know, Sal. You’re giving me a run for my money.” Her eyes twinkle at the inside joke. “I am, aren’t I?” This is sick, right? Us joking about how great we are at pretending to be into each other? Only I’m not pretending. Of course I’m good at this because I’ve been dreaming of touching Sally this way since I was eighteen. What does it mean, then, that she’s good at it too?”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“I look up just in time to see everyone within a twenty-foot radius suddenly avert their eyes from watching us.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“Let’s go. Feels better inside.” “That’s a euphemism, isn’t it?” “Everything that comes outta my mouth is a euphemism. Best get used to it.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“I’m the best damn cowboy this side of the Colorado River. No one can outride or outlasso me.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“No. Just questioning all my life decisions and wondering if I should live off the grid and raise alpacas instead.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“Why am I thinking about Johnny Cash and how he said heaven was having coffee in the morning with June, his wife?”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt

“Lucky for you”—oh God, oh God, Wyatt is slipping a hand onto my face, using his palm to angle my mouth up toward his—“I’m tight with God, and I’ll have you saying his name often. Eventually though, I’d like you to say mine instead.”
― Jessica Peterson, Wyatt