Wild Rekindled Love by Sandy Sullivan Read Free Book Online

down his back and she smiled when his skin quivered under her touch. Hot breath rasped against her neck while his hand slipped up her side and then cupped her breast in his palm.
    The compatible silence broke with the ring of her cell phone. He lifted his head and their eyes met while the questions raced across her mind—questions she wasn’t sure she wanted to answer. “I need to see who that is. It could be Chase or my mom.”
    They both groaned when he slipped from her warmth. He sat up and she moved to grab her purse off the other end of the couch.
    “Hello?”
    “Jamie? Where are you?”
    A sigh rushed from between her lips. “I’m out, Mom. Why?”
    “It’s Samantha. She’s running a fever and her broken arm is warm to touch. She is also complaining it hurts really badly.”
    “How high is her fever?” Jamie asked as worry laced her voice.
    “One hundred and three.” She heard her mother sigh on the other end of the phone line. “I think you need to come home.”
    “Shit.” Rubbing her forehead for a moment, she said, “All right. I’ll be home in a little bit.”
    “What’s wrong?” Wyatt asked, sitting back on the couch next to her.
    “It’s Sam,” she told him as she heard her mother say on the other end of the phone, “Who is that, Jamie?”
    “Never mind, Mom. I’ll be home in as soon as I can.” She closed the phone with a click and stood up before she searched for her jeans. Wyatt dangled them from his fingertips along with her underwear and she felt heat creep up her neck. “Thanks.”
    “I’m coming with you.”
    Her gaze flew up to his and she shook her head in denial. “I don’t think that is a good idea, Wyatt.”
    “If she is sick, maybe I need to look at her. Your mom said she was running a fever?”
    She chewed her bottom lip nervously while she straightened her clothes.
    What if she is really sick? He could help her. He is a doctor after all and her father, even if she doesn’t know that.
    “Yeah, a hundred and three.”
    “She could have some kind of infection with the break in her arm.” He waited, giving her the choice as to whether he would be welcome to come along or not. The tone gave her the impression he would check on Samantha one way or another.
    “All right—fine. You can follow me back to my Mom’s.”
    A smile rippled across his lips and she felt like slapping him as she grumbled under her breath about ‘stubborn men.’
    He stood and headed toward what she assumed to be his bedroom. Several moments later, he returned with a black t-shirt stretched enticingly across his broad chest, jeans and boots.
    “Ready?”
    Without saying a word, she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. He pulled it closed behind them and locked it as she walked toward where her truck sat parked against the curb. She watched him straddle his Harley and sighed when she remembered those firm thighs and tight ass between hers legs, a short time ago.
    “Enough, Jamie,” she chastised herself before she slipped into the cab of her truck. Once she had started her vehicle, she looked into the rearview mirror and pulled away from the curb, keeping Wyatt in her sights. “This is a bad idea. I just know something terrible is going to happen with him coming over. Why the hell did I agree to this?” The reprimands continued until she pulled into her parent’s driveway. She wasn’t sure how she would explain his presence to her mother and father or how they would react to him.
    Her head whipped around when the door popped open and he held it open for her. She hadn’t even heard him stop the motorcycle.
    She slipped out of the truck and slammed it shut before she headed for the front porch with him on her heels. Her father stood behind the screen and pushed it open the screen when they approached and she could read the confusion on his face.
    “Dad—you know Wyatt.”
    “Uh…of course. Come on in. It’s been a long time.”
    “It certainly has,” Wyatt replied, grasping