Free Winning Wyatt (The Billionaire Brotherhood Book 1) by Jacie Floyd Page A

wag of her finger.
“Haven’t you ever wondered why you live two thousand miles away from all the
people you care about?” Her growing irritation urged her a step closer to him.
“Why you try to keep order in everyone’s lives without sharing any part of
yours? And why you invite strange women to live with you with the understanding
they can leave anytime they want, as long as they leave with no regrets or
recriminations? Talk about convenient!”
    By
this time she stood directly in front of him, leaning forward until they were
nose to nose. “I may have been wrong not to tell you the truth, but I did not
get pregnant as the result of any diabolical scheme to produce the secret love
child of the great and powerful Wyatt Connor Maitland.”
    Tension
danced in the air around them, and she expected Wyatt to blast her with a tirade
of his own. Instead, he seemed to purposely relax his shoulders and wrap his
hand around the finger that jabbed him in the chest. He pulled it to his mouth,
pressed a kiss to her palm, and gave her a crooked smile. “I guess you told
me.”
    Sheepish
after her long-winded assault, a blush crept up her cheeks. But she was more
embarrassed at the way her pulse raced beneath his touch than anything else.
She forced herself to stare him down until he released her hand. “I’m sorry. I
shouldn’t have said most of that.”
    “We’re
always so careful about what and how much we say to one another, it’s probably
good to clear the air. It’s easy to agree to the concept of ‘no
recriminations’, but after three years of misunderstandings on both sides, it’s
hard not to have any.”
    “Maybe
so.”
    “And
I’m sorry if I was wrong about your motives.” Before Kara could decide whether
or not to accept his apology, Sean’s voice boomed at them from the baby-com.
Wyatt stood and headed for the stairs. “Oh, boy! He’s awake. Let’s go get him.”

    After
Sean had been played with, fed, bathed, and put to bed for the night, Kara
handed Wyatt a thumb drive.
    “The
date and his age are noted on each photo.”
    “Thanks,
I appreciate this.”
    “Well...”Maybe
airing their differences had been good for them, but an unfamiliar awkwardness
they’d never experienced before held them in its grip.
    Reaching
for his coat, Wyatt stilled, and their eyes connected with a long look. “Kara...”
    In
the name of self-preservation, she stepped back.
    He
cleared his throat. “There’s something else we need to talk about.”
    “Not
now.” She held up her hands in protest. “Please, not anything else today. I
don’t think I can take anymore.”
    “Fine.”
The muscles of his jaw twitched. “If you don’t want to hear about it tonight,
I’ll forward you the article from the Atlanta Journal-Constitution on Monday.”
    She
studied him. He looked uncomfortable, almost embarrassed. Unpleasant suspicions
trickled down her back.
    “All
right. Tell me.”
    “Wyatt
Enterprises is making an announcement that might be of special interest to
you.”
    Her
hand went to her throat. “You’re not making a public announcement about Sean,
are you?”          
    “No.
That’s strictly personal. This is about the company. I’d like to explain it to
you before the press release, but I can’t put off the announcement any longer.”
    “And
it concerns me?”
    “The
family set up a charitable foundation in the name of your son, Adam Enderley.
Its sole purpose is to benefit children and families in situations similar to
Adam’s and yours.”
    Kara
couldn’t form a coherent thought. Slowly, she sank onto the bottom step of the
stairs. “What? Why? How? Does your company think this makes amends for their
part in my son’s death?”
    “No.
You saw the company report. Neither National Package Delivery nor my family
feel we’re to blame for the accident. But in the tragedy, two lives were lost.
Several others were destroyed.”
    As
he spoke with assurance and sensitivity, Kara saw a rare