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Wyatt
M y hand hovers over the attachment on the email my private investigator sent me. It's the information on Sienna, I asked him to collect it eight weeks ago when she first came into my life. We've settled into such a comfortable routine—I'm not sure I want to know her past. Instead, I want to build a future with her.
The phone on my office desk rings, giving me a reprieve from opening the email. "Hey, Shaw," I answer the phone, knowing the only person who calls the office phone is my brother Shaw.
Shaw and I own most of the logging camps and sawmills in the state. Being one of the owners has allowed me to spend all my time with Sienna during the day.
I hated leaving Sienna alone at the flower store, but I was needed at the office to review the government contract my company had won to supply the state with all its lumber while conserving the land by planting a new tree for every tree we cut down.
Luckily, my friend Chance agreed to hang around the shop today in my absence. Which wasn't a hardship for him, considering his girlfriend, Blossom, owns the flower shop.
I'll be a little late today. I have a squatter claiming she rented my cabin for the next month."
"She? How hard can it be to get rid of a girl?
"She's hardly a girl. She's all woman." Shaw clears his throat. "I mean, she claims to have a confirmation text, which she said she'll show me after she gets dressed."
"Wait, you have a naked woman claiming she rented your cabin for the next month. You're pulling my leg, right?" I snort, thinking about my gruff brother, who keeps his distance from everyone, having to deal with a disgruntled tourist.
"No, I'm not joking. I came home to grab lunch, and I heard the water running in my bathroom. It shut off as soon as I walked into the bedroom, but before I knew what was happening, a gorgeous naked woman walked out of my bathroom, glaring daggers at me."
"You poor thing." The whole situation is ridiculous, but honestly, having a naked woman show up in his cabin is the only way my recluse brother is going to find a girlfriend. "What are you going to do with her?"
"I don't know. I threatened to haul her over my shoulder and out of my house if she didn't leave on her own. So, I don't expect she'll want to stay after that.
This is too good for me to interfere. "Alright, if you say so. But maybe you should take the whole day off just in case."
"Maybe." He sounds almost happy by this turn of events, or as happy as my grumpy brother gets. "I'll talk to you later, Wyatt."
"See you later. And good luck." I hang up the phone with a chuckle.
My eyes shift back to the unopened message from the private investigator. Clicking out of my email, I decide to concentrate on the contracts and not on the mystery that Sienna is hiding—she'll tell me when she's ready.
The day drags by. Even with the mountain of paperwork I've neglected these last few weeks, I've been spending time with Sienna. At least I should be caught up fora few more weeks unless Shaw's gorgeous squatter ends up being more than he can handle.
At 6 pm, I tidy up my desk and leave a note for Shaw, since he didn't make it in today. If I don't hear from him in a few days, I'll call him, but for now, I want to see how this plays out for him.
My thoughts shift back to Sienna as I make my way down the winding mountain road in my truck, with its sharp turns and beautiful scenery. The thought of spending the rest of my life driving along this road with Sienna and our children by my side fills my heart with warmth.
It's time I finally claim Sienna as my own so she can stop pushing me away. Tonight, will change both of our lives forever.
Stepping through the door of the flower shop without Sienna by my side doesn't feel right. Nothing feels right until my eyes land on her standing by the cash register, ringing up the last sale of the day.
I breathe a sigh of relief and step aside for the customer to leave. All I can think about is getting Sienna home alone, all to myself.
Her beautiful gaze lands on mine as I ask, "Are you ready to go home?"