Beautiful by Ella Bordeaux Read Free Book Online

voice.
    My eyes snapped over to Jacob. He was glaring at Jenny.
    “Sky?” Wyatt’s voice pulled me back to him.
    “If…I mean, I don’t want to make you miss the party.”
    His smile had my entire body warming up. “I don’t care about a stupid party.”
    My teeth sank into my lip, and I quickly realized I was about to draw blood because I was biting so hard.
    “I want to be with you.”
    My chest squeezed while my mouth parted open to say something, only nothing would come. Glancing over Wyatt’s shoulder, I noticed Jacob watching us. The look in his eyes was one I hadn’t seen in a long time. He was jealous, and somehow, that bothered me.
    Bringing my attention back to Wyatt, I said, “Come on, let’s go get that cup of coffee.”

Wyatt
    Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed my mother’s hand and spun her around, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Good morning, my beautiful mother.”
    She blushed and playfully hit my chest. “You’re in a good mood this morning.”
    “Why shouldn’t I be? We won our football game last night, and I had coffee with the most gorgeous girl in Marble Falls—hell, in the state of Texas.”
    My father chuckled, and he took a sip of coffee. “I’d say someone has it bad.”
    Grabbing an apple, I took a bite. “Can I ask you guys something?”
    “Of course you can. You never have to ask that, Wyatt.” My father looked up from his newspaper and grinned.
    It was nice having him home more often. He worked for the FBI, and although I thought I knew what his job was, I often wondered if I really did.
    “If I want to do something really special for Skylar, what should I do?”
    My mother’s smile practically took over her entire face. “Something romantic.”
    “Not too romantic,” my father was quick to say.
    “Something heartfelt.” She smiled.
    Setting the newspaper down, my father nodded. “I agree with your mother. Make it original though. Any schmuck can give a girl flowers. Show her you know what she likes by sending or doing something you know she’ll like. It will mean more.”
    My mother was looking at my father like she couldn’t love him any more. “This is why I married your father. He took me to a hockey game.”
    Lifting my eyebrows, I asked, “A hockey game is why you married him?”
    With a chuckle, she walked over and sat on his lap. “It was part of the reason. My father was a huge hockey fan. When I was little, he and I used to go all the time. He would buy me those giant pretzels. Oh, man, I couldn’t wait to get to the game just for that stupid pretzel. When my father passed away, I stopped going to hockey games.
    “Later, your father and I were with a group of friends—before we were dating—and I told that story. The next weekend, he showed up at my dorm with tickets to a hockey game.”
    With a look of love on his face, my father smiled while gazing at my mother. “And the first thing I did was buy her a pretzel.”
    “Best first date ever.”
    I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the scene between my parents play out. “Huh. So, in other words, make sure I pay attention to everything Skylar says.”
    My mother quickly kissed my father on the lips and stood. “Oh, Wyatt, when a woman speaks, you should always pay attention.”
    “Amen to that,” my father mumbled.

    Later that afternoon, I glanced up and watched while Skylar chewed on the end of a pen cap. She was completely focused on what she was reading that she hadn’t noticed she had eaten half of the damn cap.
    “What’s your favorite movie?”
    “Hmm?” she mumbled.
    Reaching across the table, I took the pen from her mouth and looked at it. “Gross, Sky. You’ve eaten nearly the whole damn thing.”
    Giggling, she snagged it out of my hand. “What did you ask?”
    “Favorite movie?”
    Lifting her eyes in that oh-so adorable way she did, she thought for a few moments. “Like, funny movie, romance movie, or horror movie?”
    Pinching my eyebrows together, I asked,