pillows and looked up at Wyatt in what Jamie could almost describe as hero-worship. “Wyatt?”
“Yeah, pumpkin?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
Jamie’s heart began to thump loudly in her chest.
“Sure,” Wyatt answered.
“Mom told me something at the hospital the other day and I wanted to ask you about it.”
Concerned eyes found Jamie’s as she took the chair next to the bed. “Okay.”
“Mom said you knew my dad. Can you tell me about him?”
Oh fuck! Wyatt’s startled gaze bounced from hers back to Samantha and Jamie said, “Baby, listen…”
“No, Mom. I want to know and you never talk about him. Every time I’ve asked, you avoid my questions so I decided I had to ask someone else who knew him.”
“What has your mom told you?”
“Not much, other than I have his eyes and he was cool, but I don’t know what kinds of things he liked, if I look like him, did he do good in school. I don’t even know his name.”
“I would love to tell you about him, pumpkin, but I think this conversation needs to happen between you and your mother, not me.”
Jamie sighed in relief.
“I do think she needs to tell you about him, though. I think it’s important for us to know our parents.” He stared pointedly at Jamie and her shoulder lifted in a half shrug.
“Mom?”
“You need to rest, Sam. We can talk about this some other time.” Jamie tucked the covers up around Samantha’s shoulders.
Samantha yawned. “Wyatt, are you and my mom dating?”
He chuckled softly and took his daughter’s hand in his. “I don’t think I would call it that.”
“What would you call it then?”
“We’re old friends, sweetheart. Your mom and I knew each other a long time ago.”
Another yawn spread her mouth wide. “I think you should date her.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he answered with a smile when her eyes drifted shut.
“Is she going to be okay?”
“I think she’ll be fine, but she does need to be watched closely. She could have an infection near the break and will possibly need antibiotics. It depends on how she reacts tonight to the Tylenol. If her fever stays down, it could just be a reaction to the break.”
Jamie shuffled her feet and her gaze rested on the tips of her boots.
“I think we need to talk about what happened earlier.”
She lifted her head and their eyes locked. “I…uh…I’m sorry. It shouldn’t have happened—I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen.”
“Why not?”
“Can we not talk about this right now? Not here, anyway.” She looked at Sam, then back to him.
“Fine.” He took her hand and led her out into the hall, before he pulled the door shut on their daughter’s room. His body pinned her to the wall behind her. “Now—why shouldn’t it have happened? I know you wanted me as much as I wanted you.”
“It was just a moment of weakness, Wyatt.”
His hand slipped into the hair near her ear before it moved around to the back of her head. “A moment of weakness.”
“Yeah,” she whispered when she felt him draw her closer until his lips were a mere hairsbreadth away. “I had an itch and you were available to scratch it.”
He leaned back. “An itch?”
Her shoulder lifted in a shrug.
I can’t let him get any closer to tearing down the wall I built around my heart when he left. Yes, she had been the one to tell him to leave, but she had done it for him.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had sex and you still know how to push my buttons. You were available and I took advantage of it.”
Dropping his hands, he stepped back farther and frowned. “I didn’t realize how much of a heartless bitch you have turned into.” Before, his eyes had sparkled with desire, now they shone lifeless and dull as he looked at her. “I’ll check on Sam tomorrow. Be warned, I fully intend to tell her who I am by next weekend if you haven’t already.”
She sucked in a shocked breath and stared. “You wouldn’t.”
“Yes I would. She’s my
Lisa Anderson, Photographs by Zac Williams