Free Wild Rekindled Love by Sandy Sullivan Page B

on, Wyatt. This is crazy. I’m fine.” She took a deep breath and stood.
    With a glance at Bonnie and Charles, he pleaded, “Please make sure she sees a doctor. She probably needs at least a CAT scan, but she’s obviously not going to listen to me. Damn stubborn woman.”
    Jamie stuck her tongue out at him.
    “Oh, real mature, Jamie.”
      She rolled her eyes before she said, “I’m going to go upstairs and lie down for awhile.”
    Samantha stopped her as she reached the stairs. “Mom, are we still going to Dad’s tonight for dinner?”
    Jamie looked at him before her gaze moved back to Samantha. “I don’t think we should.”
    “Your mom really isn’t feeling up to it, Sam,” Wyatt agreed.
    “Why don’t I just go then? I could spend some time with him since we really haven’t gotten a chance to. Please Mom?”
    He shrugged when she shot him a look. “She’s welcome if it’s all right with you.”
    Jamie rubbed her forehead again before she sighed heavily and said, “I suppose it would be all right. Just make sure she’s home before it gets too late.”
    Samantha exclaimed, “Yes!”
    “What time do you want her back here?” he asked as Jamie took a couple of steps up the stairs.
    “Probably no later than ten.”
    “Not a problem.”
    “Be careful. She’s everything to me,” Jamie murmured when their eyes met over their daughter’s head.
    “Me too, Jamie.”
    She nodded and moved up the stairs, disappearing from sight a moment later, never aware that his gaze followed her until he couldn’t see her anymore.
    When his attention moved to Samantha, he said, “You need a jacket of some kind, Sam. It’s cool on the bike even if it’s warm right now.”
    “I’ll be right back.” She raced up the stairs while his attention returned to Chase and Abby.
    “I think we need to talk, Chase, but not right now—not when Sam can hear.”
    “I don’t care to hear anymore from you, Wyatt, even if Jamie explained how things went down. I have to put up with you because of Jamie and Samantha, but I don’t have to like it.”
    Abby stepped up beside her husband and held out her hand. “I know we haven’t met. I’m Abigail Wilder, but my friends call me Abby. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
    He grasped her hand in a firm shake and Chase scowled. “Nice to meet you, Abby.”
    Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at his hand and returned to his face.
    “How long have you and Chase been together?”
    “A couple of years.”
    “You aren’t from here either, though. New York?”
    She smiled. “How did you guess?”
    “Your accent. I spent some time in New York a few years ago.”
    Chase scowled. “When you should have been here?”
    “All right, Chase. Fine. Let’s go out back and get this over with because this hatred you feel toward me is just going to fester into a problem if we don’t get it out in the open.”
    “After you buddy,” Chase said as he indicated toward the back door with his head.
    Wyatt sighed and asked, “Abby, can you keep Sam in here, please?”
    “Sure.”
    “Thanks.” Wyatt walked briskly toward the back of the house leading onto the deck. He no more than got outside and turned around before Chase swung and hit him square in the jaw. He flew back several feet and landed on the deck with a thud.

Chapter Seven

    Wyatt grasped his chin in his hand and moved it around to make sure it wasn’t broken before he said, “Do you feel better now?”
    “Hell no! I’m just getting started,” Chase growled.
    “Well, I’m not going to let you hit me again. You got a freebee that time. Now, I suggest you sit down so we can talk this out.”
    Air rushed from between his lips as Chase took a seat in one of the patio chairs sitting near the table and Wyatt took the other one.
    “I take it Jamie didn’t tell you how things went down when I left.”
    “Not until a few days ago.”
    Wyatt shook his head and said, “I didn’t want to leave. I told her I would quit