Free At First Touch by Tamara Sneed Page A

his mother and father over the years that he couldn’t believe that it had somehow transfered into his own speech.
    Wyatt shook his head and admitted, reluctantly, “I actually don’t have a problem letting her film the movie there, but Mom nixed the idea. I haven’t been home since the meltdown this morning.”
    â€œI wouldn’t have gone home, either.”
    â€œI can change Mom’s mind. It won’t be pleasant, but I can find a way to do it.”
    Graham laughed and shook his head. “You better find a way because Quinn does not like being told no. She’s going to hound you unmercifully until you relent.”
    â€œI know, I know. I can handle Quinn.”
    Graham suddenly became extremely still and said quietly, “She may annoy the hell out of me and she could possibly drive a monk to drink, but Quinn is Charlie’s sister. Charlie loves her, so I love her. You hurt Quinn, you hurt Charlie, which you definitely don’t want to do if you want to be able to walk upright for the rest of your life.”
    Wyatt bit his bottom lip to hold back the laughter. He was being warned off by Graham Forbes, the biggest playboy that Wyatt had ever known. Or at least until Charlie entered the scene.
    â€œYou are so whipped,” he finally said, unable to control his laughter anymore.
    Graham raked both hands over his hair, looking slightly embarrassed. He shrugged, even as a smile played across his lips. Then he frowned as he said, “I’m serious, Wyatt. Quinn is family now. I don’t want her hurt, no matter what she says or does to you. No matter how grown-up she tries to act, she’s still just a kid.”
    Wyatt hid his snort of disbelief. Only a man as deeply in love with his wife as Graham was would consider Quinn Sibley a kid. There was nothing remotely childlike about that woman—or her body.
    â€œI would never hurt Quinn. You know that.”
    Graham glowered, and Wyatt glowered back. Graham finally sighed heavily and threw up his hands in surrender. “Just don’t do anything that I’ll have to answer to Charlie for. She’s real sensitive when it comes to her sisters, especially Quinn.”
    â€œFor God’s sake, Graham, you’ve known me your whole life,” he snapped.
    â€œExactly, and that’s why I’m worried, because I know how long you’ve wanted Quinn. She’s treated you like shit for a long time, and sometimes when a man gets close to a woman who’s been torturing him for a year, he…well…. Just don’t hurt her.”
    Wyatt didn’t bother to deny Graham’s observation. For a spilt second in Quinn’s kitchen, maybe he had forgotten that the word gentleman existed. He had wanted to kiss her. To devour her. And he probably would have if Charlie hadn’t walked into the kitchen. And then his life would have been in a bigger mess than it was now.
    â€œI’m not interested in Quinn anymore. I told you that. I’m looking for marriage and kids, and we both know that Quinn is about as ready for that as…any young Hollywood actress with the body and looks Quinn has.” Wyatt cleared his throat when he realized that Graham’s gaze had hardened. He forced a smile and said lightly, “Quinn will be fine. Whether I will be after Mom hears that we may have half of Hollywood running around the house is another subject.”
    Graham shuddered in agreement.

Chapter 7
    W yatt sagged onto his sofa, then took a drag from a chilled bottle of beer. It had been a long day, from Quinn showing up on his doorstep to almost taking Quinn in the middle of his best friend’s kitchen. So basically, Wyatt had started the day hard as a rod and was ending the day as hard as a rod. Not to mention the fact that he had to come up with a way to get Dorrie to take his phone calls again and to rub Quinn’s face in it.
    Wyatt flipped on the television and sighed in contentment