his mother and father over the years that he couldnât believe that it had somehow transfered into his own speech.
Wyatt shook his head and admitted, reluctantly, âI actually donât have a problem letting her film the movie there, but Mom nixed the idea. I havenât been home since the meltdown this morning.â
âI wouldnât have gone home, either.â
âI can change Momâs mind. It wonât be pleasant, but I can find a way to do it.â
Graham laughed and shook his head. âYou better find a way because Quinn does not like being told no. Sheâs going to hound you unmercifully until you relent.â
âI know, I know. I can handle Quinn.â
Graham suddenly became extremely still and said quietly, âShe may annoy the hell out of me and she could possibly drive a monk to drink, but Quinn is Charlieâs sister. Charlie loves her, so I love her. You hurt Quinn, you hurt Charlie, which you definitely donât want to do if you want to be able to walk upright for the rest of your life.â
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.
âYou are so whipped,â 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, âIâm serious, Wyatt. Quinn is family now. I donât want her hurt, no matter what she says or does to you. No matter how grown-up she tries to act, sheâs still just a kid.â
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 womanâor her body.
âI would never hurt Quinn. You know that.â
Graham glowered, and Wyatt glowered back. Graham finally sighed heavily and threw up his hands in surrender. âJust donât do anything that Iâll have to answer to Charlie for. Sheâs real sensitive when it comes to her sisters, especially Quinn.â
âFor Godâs sake, Graham, youâve known me your whole life,â he snapped.
âExactly, and thatâs why Iâm worried, because I know how long youâve wanted Quinn. Sheâs treated you like shit for a long time, and sometimes when a man gets close to a woman whoâs been torturing him for a year, heâ¦wellâ¦. Just donât hurt her.â
Wyatt didnât bother to deny Grahamâs observation. For a spilt second in Quinnâs 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 hadnât walked into the kitchen. And then his life would have been in a bigger mess than it was now.
âIâm not interested in Quinn anymore. I told you that. Iâm looking for marriage and kids, and we both know that Quinn is about as ready for that asâ¦any young Hollywood actress with the body and looks Quinn has.â Wyatt cleared his throat when he realized that Grahamâs gaze had hardened. He forced a smile and said lightly, âQuinn will be fine. Whether I will be after Mom hears that we may have half of Hollywood running around the house is another subject.â
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 friendâs 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 Quinnâs face in it.
Wyatt flipped on the television and sighed in contentment