Page 6 of Her Loving Hero

Friends, Leeds. She’s just a friend.

“You know I always wanted to see where you lived. I have this picture of a huge TV and a state-of-the-art gaming console.”

“Thanks,” he grumbled as he pulled onto the Eight-Oh-Five freeway. “So, should I expect nothing but unicorns and rainbows when you finally let me into your apartment, even though it’s in a party neighborhood?”

“I thought we agreed you weren’t going to cast aspersions on my apartment.”

“Emily, you’re the one who’s told me that your dad wants to give you money, but you refuse to take it. Your apartment might have decent security, but it’s in the middle of the Gas Lamp District. There’s a party going on almost every night, you’ve told me you hate that.”

“I’m not taking Dad’s money. I’m using the interest from Grandma’s inheritance and what I’m earning from the bookstore. As long as it’s a secure building, I’m happy.”

“That’s not what you said two weeks ago when you couldn’t get to sleep because of all singing at the bar across the street.”

Emily crossed her arms and shrank back into the corner of the truck. “I’ve told you far too much about my life.”

“Come on, I’ve told you a whole hell of a lot about my life.”

“No. No, you haven’t. I don’t even know if you grew up here in California. I don’t know if you have brothers or sisters. You only talk about your teammates.”

He hated the way her voice wobbled. Wyatt drove faster, intent on getting to his place as quickly as possible so he could make her feel better.

Could he make her feel better?