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“Are you deflecting or is the color of my eyes that fascinating?”
I thought about his question then answered honestly.
“Both. I don’t want to talk about Wilson and I’m shook your eyes aren’t black. They’re the darkest blue I’ve ever seen. I don’t know which is cooler. Black eyes or navy eyes.”
“Shook?” He laughed.
“Yes. Shook.”
“I got it before but now I really get it.”
“Get what?”
“How you got past Wilson’s defenses and under his skin.”
Jack had no idea how wrong he was. The only things I’d gotten under were Wilson’s expensive suits. Well, I’d gotten under that muscular body of his, too, but I wasn’t telling Jack either of those things even though he already knew.
“Fear not, good fellow. Wilson’s defenses are fortified and his skin is impenetrable,” I teased.
Apparently Jack didn’t find my wisecrack amusing.
At least that was what his deep frown expressed.
I sighed, not wanting to have this conversation but understanding Jack was Wilson’s friend.
“I’m not going to hurt him if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“He’s going to do that all on his own. That’s what I’m saying. Don’t give up on him and let him walk away.”
“Jack—”
“He needs you to fight for him. His guilt won’t allow him to stay. When this is done, he’s going to tell himself he’s doing the right thing by letting you go. He’s going to try to convince you it’s the right thing. He’s going to lie to you and tell you he’s not good enough for you. That he’ll let you down and hurt you.”
I’ll destroy you. I’ll let you down and fail you.
My hand went to the counter to balance myself.
Wilson’s guilt wouldn’t allow him to stay?
Guilt about what?
“I see he’s already started,” Jack quietly presumed.
I shook my head.
“No, but he’s been honest with me from the start and told me he wouldn’t stay.”
“You mean back in Idaho.”
“I knew it was nothing more than a one-night stand.” I frowned and amended. “Or a series of one-night stands.”
“Wilson doesn’t do a series of one-night stands. He doesn’t call a woman princess. He doesn’t get possessive and threaten bodily harm when his friend is shirtless in front of a woman he’s shared a night with.”
“There are extenuating circumstances,” I argued. “I bet he’s never taken the granddaughter of a woman he considers to be a friend to his bed.”
“I wouldn’t know. He’s never talked about a woman with any of us.”
“You know, that doesn’t actually make me feel better and proves my point. The only reason I’m still around is because—”
