Wyatt Read Free

up either. I happen to have a man at home I love.
Don’t do this to Carol.”
    Jerry folded his arms across his chest and stared at her. He
was a good-looking married man who had trouble keeping it in his pants. The
entire town of Clifton knew about his wrongdoings. Most women avoided him,
though a few took him up on his offers. He signaled for another beer. Olivia
glanced over toward the bartender to tell him no and her eyes landed on Wyatt.
He was sitting on a barstool with his back to the bar, his elbows resting on
the bar behind him. His gaze was roaming the room, but he hadn’t spotted her
yet. She elbowed Becca and nodded toward him.
    “He’s cruising,” Olivia said.
    Becca glanced at her best friend. “Probably.”
    Olivia blew out a breath. “There’s no ‘probably’ about it.
He is.”
    Emma, the third member of their party, stood. “I think I’ll
go say hello.” She smiled. “He is my brother in-law, after all.”
    Olivia reached out to stop her but Emma moved away from her
laughing. Olivia watched as Emma made a beeline for Wyatt. He hadn’t seen her
yet, but Olivia knew the minute he’d spotted Emma. He straightened up on the
stool and smiled at her. Olivia watched as Emma nodded in the direction of
their table, and groaned when Wyatt peered around his sister in-law, his gaze
settling on her. She saw his jaw clench and his lips flatten into a flat line.
Who in the hell was he to get angry at her being here? He was here. She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms
across her chest when she saw Emma leading him back to where they were seated.
He stood beside it and glared down at Jerry.
    “Jerry, you need to leave the women here alone,” Wyatt said.
    Olivia did everything she could to stop the shiver that ran
through her at the sound of his deep, sexy voice. She’d wanted him since the
first time she’d laid eyes on him. He stood six foot four with hair as black as
a raven’s wing. A straight, narrow nose sat over a gorgeous pair of lips, bowed
upper lip and a full bottom lip, which screamed, “Suck on me.” His eyes were
such a dark brown they appeared black. In fact, Olivia was beginning to think
they were black. She just needed to
get close enough to look to be sure. He’d never let her though. For some
reason, he kept his distance from her, despite the fact they were constantly
thrown together. Her best friend, Becca, was married to his oldest brother,
Jake, and her other friend, Emma, was married to the next older brother, Gabe.
They were always together, but never together. She’d made it clear to him she wanted him and yet he still stayed away. Oh, he
was always polite to her but that was as far as it went.
    Olivia wanted to lick him all over. Her eyes instinctively
went to his crotch. This time the shiver emerged. His jeans fit him like a
glove and the soft denim cupped his sex just so that she couldn’t pull her
attention away. She knew what the backside looked like too. His jeans looked as
if they’d been made specifically for him. His black T-shirt hugged his biceps,
his chest, and she could make out the six-pack abs under it. She wiggled in her
seat. Whoever thought she’d want a cowboy? The black Stetson sat low on his
forehead.
    Jerry stood. “I’m not doing anything wrong, Wyatt. You need
to butt out.”
    Wyatt smirked. “Not doing anything wrong, huh? How about the
fact you’re married and hitting on these women?”
    “I’m only hitting on Olivia. The other two are married.” He
dropped down onto his seat again.
    Wyatt laughed. “That’s rich. You won’t hit on a married
woman, but you’re a married man hitting on a woman.” He pulled Jerry up out of
his seat by his shirt collar. “I think it’s time you went home to Carol, though
why she wants you is beyond me.”
    “Come on, Wyatt. There isn’t a man in this place who doesn’t
want Olivia.”
    Wyatt’s eyes met hers. “Yes, there is.”
    Olivia hissed in a breath and stood. “I’ll see you