Page 78 of Tempting Wyatt

He greeted me with an axe, but then he bought me boots.

He’s been patient while showing me the ranch even though I know he has a million more important things to do.

He took care of me when I was sore, made me come, selflessly, without even hinting that he hopes I’ll return the favor. He’s gruff, and he sometimes barely says five words to me, but then he gets this look. . . like a starving man heading to death row and I’m his last meal.

Some part of him must enjoy my company.

It’s confusing.

He’s confusing.

I’m confused.

“Your brother is a mystery to me,” I admit quietly.

“To us all. Trust me.” Isaac surprises me by remaining serious for more than five minutes. “I’ll tell you this much,” he begins just as we turn into a parking lot off Main Street. “Wyatt is not about the drama or playing games. He’s a straight shooter.”

Unease tightens my chest. I’m typically a very honest person. To a fault sometimes. “But you still don’t think I should tell him what I do for a living?”

Isaac regards me carefully for a moment before shutting the truck off. “I’m not sure, to be honest. When I told you not to mention it, I didn’t realize the two of you would be spending so much time together. Tell him if you want to, just prepare for him to be a dick about it at first. Now that he’s gotten to know you, I’m sure he’ll come around eventually.”

I’m leaving in a matter of days. I’m not sure I have time foreventually.

Isaac gets out, moving around the front of the truck quickly to open my door.

These Logan brothers and their manners. A girl could get used to this.

I’ll probably get a broken nose when I get back to LA and the men there let the doors slam in my face.

“With Wyatt,” he begins, taking my hand and helping me down to the pavement. “What you see is what you get.”

“Willow said pretty much the same thing,” I tell him.

“Makes sense.” Isaac grins wryly. “Can’t believe I’m starting this date off by giving you advice on my brother.”

I can’t help but laugh. “This is not a date. You said a few friends were coming.”

“Okay, so it’s date adjacent. And, I don’t know if any of my friends are actually coming. I just assumed they’d be here because they typically are.” He steps to the right as we reach the sidewalk, moving around me smoothly so that he’s on the traffic side and I’m closer to the row of connected buildings.

“Did you mean for this to be a date or did you ask me here to see if it would aggravate your brother?”

His grin deepens. “Maybe a little of both.”

We stop a few feet from the entrance to what appears to be a bar named The Stillery.

I arch a brow at him. “I thought you said no games with Wyatt?”

Isaac nods to some exiting patrons before returning his attention to me. “That’s advicefor you.I’m his brother, so I don’t mind if he gets pissed off at me if the ends justify the means.”

I inhale deeply, trying to process what’s happening. “And what is the end goal of this exactly?”

“I’ve never seen him the way he is with you.” Isaac shrugs. “Sometimes, my brother needs a nudge. Or a heavy shove.”

I’m a little lost. “Meaning?”

“I’m fairly certain he’s interested in you, but he’s so tied up in the ranch that he forgets to have a life. And he’s stubborn as fuck. Thought maybe me taking you out would help him see sense. Actually, I thought he’d tell me not to ask you out if I wanted to keep all my teeth.” Isaac sighs. “But he chickened out and gave me his blessing. Too bad for him, but I get to spend the evening with a beautiful and interesting woman, so I’m not complaining.”

There’s no spark between Isaac and me. And he seems to realize this with his easy-come, easy-go attitude. He’s undeniably handsome, but he seems young at heart—high-spirited and sweet but untamable.