To Claim a Wilde (Wilde In Wyoming Book 6) by Kimberly Kaye Terry Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Canton opened the door to his home, and as casually as he could, walked inside. He left the door ajar for her to follow. Or not.
    The decision was hers.
    Before the door closed, he
felt
her hesitancy before her small hand moved and grabbed the doorknob. She pushed it farther open as she followed him inside.
    Irritated with himself for being so hyperaware of her, he forced himself to keep walking.
    Seeing her after all these years had jolted him, memories slamming into him like a tsunami.
    Or a sledgehammer.
    He’d never forgotten her. Every moment of their encounter had been permanently etched in his brain.
    He didn’t know how much it had, until seeing her for the first time in seven years.
    For a moment he thought she remembered him; hell, she had to. The look in her light brown eyes when her hand had risen to touch him. Right then and there, he’d wanted to kiss those luscious lips, attack and devour them...before he devoured the rest of her.
    Damn it all to hell!
    Ruthlessly, he shut down the flood of memories along with the feelings they wrought. Nothing but irritation was what he felt as he strode inside the house, his booted feet hitting the tile adorning the entry floor with angry precision.
    He didn’t have time to deal with this. It had taken several minutes, but his mind made the connection on who she was and what she was doing here. What she wanted from the Wildes.
    And it wasn’t to take a trip down memory lane with him. To explain why she left, without a word.
    She was here begging for help for her family, not to see him. His brow furrowed.
    “You can go in the library,” he finally spoke, his tone curt. “Second door to your right. I’ll be there shortly. I need to take care of something first,” he threw out over his shoulder, indicating with a brusque jerk of his head where she could go.
    He barely refrained from telling her where the hell she really could go, his jaw clenching tight as he strode away from her.
    “Um, well, okay. Thank you,” she replied, her soft, hesitant voice echoing in the empty house.
    Canton
felt
her hesitancy. Again, hyperaware of her. Briefly, against his will, he hesitated before forcing himself to continue to walk away.
    Fuck! He mentally bit out the expletive, beyond pissed at himself. He did not
want
to care about her or her goddamn fear.
    The fear and uncertainty she felt was palpable and he knew it was for her family. But right now, all he could do was get the hell away from her, if only for a few minutes, and get it together before he faced her again.
    Maybe that wasn’t such a good thing, he thought, as he heard the high heels of her leather boots as they tapped behind him on the tile. Maybe he should just hear her out, and as soon as possible get her the hell out.
    From his side vision he saw her go inside the door that led to the library as he’d told her to, and felt a level of irritated satisfaction. At least he’d have a moment to get himself in check without her liquid brown eyes staring a hole into him.
    Canton flipped on lights as he strode farther inside his family’s home, thankful it was a Friday. For the most part, besides Trudy, their housekeeper, more than likely he’d have the house to himself.
    Tiber was still out of the country, and neither one of his younger siblings, Brick or Riley, would be back home until Labor Day to spend a few days, Brick currently overseas, working with one of their customers, and Riley at the university, where she was preparing to defend her dissertation.
    He mentally went over the information his brother had given him about the woman he was to meet. At the time, he had no idea it was Naomi; even as he’d glanced over the forwarded email, her name hadn’t registered in his mind. He hadn’t made the mental connection until she’d shown up.
    He whipped out his phone and stabbed a finger at the email application. Scrolling through an assortment of junk and personal messages, he found the forwarded one