KISS AND MAKE-UP by Leslie Kelly Read Free Book Online

she’d gotten Wyatt to start taking better care of himself.
    “I hated fruit and yogurt smoothies.”
    She frowned in indignation. “You absolutely did not.”
    Wyatt’s lips quirked in a tiny grin. “I just didn’t want to make you feel bad. I’m lactose intolerant.”
    This time, Cassie’s jaw dropped open completely. “Get out! You are not. How did you eat pizza then?”
    “Pizza was worth suffering for. Yogurt was not.”
    “But you still drank them for breakfast all the time….”
    His eyes shifted a tiny bit and she suddenly understood. He’d done it for her.
    She fell silent, not knowing what to say to that. God, they’d been such babies. Her playing housewife, trying to get him to eat healthily, and him making himself sick so she’d feel like she’d succeeded. “What business did two infants like us have getting married, anyway?” she mumbled, thinking out loud.
    Wyatt tensed, his hands tightening so hard around the steering wheel they turned white. Probably because she’d used the m word. But there was no getting around it. Their marriage was a huge, vibrant presence between them, taking up every bit of air in the car, like the proverbial nine-hundred-pound gorilla in the room.
    She wanted to talk about it. She had to talk about it—Wyatt had to know that they were still, technically married. Of course, she had no doubt that the minute he heard that bit of news, the high walls he kept around himself—to keep her out—would shoot up into the stratosphere. He’d sign and throw her out and there would go any chance she might have to finally both understand and get over everything that had happened.
    You can’t wait too long. He needs to know the truth. You need his signature. And you need to tell him off for being such a jerk.
    Right. And she would do all that. Soon. But not now. Not until they were out of this car and she didn’t smell the sultry aroma of warm man, didn’t hear his low breaths, didn’t feel the warmth of his arm just a few inches away from her own.
    Didn’t keep picturing him in those flimsy gym shorts and nothing else, and remembering what that those lean hips and that thick, massive erection had felt like between her thighs.
    Okay, girl, get a grip. She thrust the images out of her head, but knew better than to think they wouldn’t be taunting her later. Probably late tonight when she was lying alone in her hotel bed. Wondering.
    Shifting in her seat because of her suddenly uncomfortably tight jeans, she crossed her arms and glanced out the window, wondering what they could talk about that would make her heart stop its flippity-flopping. Not sex, that was for sure. Because just thinking about it had her wondering just how much they could manage in a car this size.
    Her jeans got even tighter.
    It wasn’t just sex, they couldn’t talk about their past relationship at all. She needed to make sure she wasn’t too close to him when they had that conversation because she’d already realized she was still susceptible to Wyatt. Not just physically, either. Every minute she spent with him was reminding her why she’d fallen for him so hard in the first place.
    So they’d need to be in less confined quarters, when she told him he’d been a fat-headed, stubborn, proud fool to throw their marriage away because she’d been scared and stupid. And then tell the fat-headed, stubborn, proud fool to sign the papers weighing down her purse like a chunk of lead.
    “So tell me about this automotive firm you’re trying to land,” she said, finally coming up with a topic of conversation that might leave her breathing normally and keep her panties from getting any more moist from her overheated imaginings. “Why’d they shoot down your first presentation? I liked the concept of various men in different models of cars all stopped at the same intersection, deciding whether to turn right or turn left.”
    Wyatt’s jaw dropped.
    “Jackie,” she explained, almost feeling sorry for