style="font-size:15px;"> “Shut up.”
“I’d say make me, but we both know that’s not going to happen. I doubt Claire weighs a hundred and forty pounds. Jeez, Drew, talk about embarrassing.” He grabbed his brother by the arm. “Come on. I’m taking you home. You can sleep it off.”
Drew pulled free of him. “I’m not leaving. I belong here. With Nicole. I love her.”
“You have a funny way of showing it,” Wyatt muttered. “Come on. Don’t make me get Claire to beat you up again.”
“Get off me. At least I was willing to fight for my woman.”
Wyatt ignored the dig. Shanna hadn’t been worth fighting for. “If you’d been faithful in the first place, you wouldn’t have to fight.”
Drew glared at him, then stalked out into the hall. Wyatt watched to make sure he didn’t go into Claire’s room, then turned back to Nicole.
“You okay? One of his buddies told me he was drinking a lot tonight and talking about how much he missed you. He thought it was just talk, but I went by Drew’s house to make sure he got home and he wasn’t there. I came by and saw his truck in front.”
Nicole sagged back against the pillows. “I’m fine. He’s an idiot and he won’t even apologize for what he did. He’s sorry he got caught, but I don’t think he cares that he had sex with Jesse.” Tears filled her eyes. “I just can’t believe it happened.”
Wyatt sat down next to her. “I know. He’s too stupid to live.”
She nodded. “I don’t love him anymore. I can’t. But it still hurts.” She wiped her face with a tissue. “Thanks for coming by.”
“It sounds like the situation was under control.”
Nicole gave him a shaky smile. “She was an animal. I was impressed.”
“Drew will be humiliated for weeks. That should be worth something.”
“It is.”
He patted her arm, then stood. “I’ll make sure he gets home in one piece.”
“Okay.”
“See you in the morning.”
He braced himself for the impact of seeing Claire again. She still hovered in the hallway, looking five kinds of sexy and practically naked. She was probably one of those women who claimed she had no idea what she did to a man, prancing around like that.
He hated the wanting that rushed through him, the heat and the need that made him feel primal and hungry. She was completely the wrong woman—not that he would ever be the right man.
Claire glanced past Wyatt toward her sister. She wished she and Nicole were talking so she could comfort her and maybe make what was a bad situation a little better.
“I need to talk to you,” he said, sounding almost angry.
She squared her shoulders. “I’m not sorry I hurt Drew.”
“Neither am I.”
“Oh. Okay. I thought you were mad at me or something.”
“I’m not mad.”
He stared at something over the top of her head. She turned but couldn’t see what had captured his attention.
“It’s about Amy,” he said. “My daughter.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “I know who Amy is.”
“Nicole looks after her a couple of days a week. After school. Just until I can get away from work. But with Nicole laid up and recovering, that hasn’t been possible. I work construction, so Amy can’t always be with me. Job sites aren’t safe.”
Claire had no idea what he was talking about. Maybe he wanted her to drive Amy to her new babysitter.
“She likes you,” he said, sounding unhappy with the fact. “Would you be willing to watch her? It won’t be for long. A week or so. I’ll pay you.”
Claire blinked. Amy liked her? A happy warmth filled her body. “Really? She said she would like me to be her sitter?”
“Go figure,” he grumbled.
Amy liked her! Claire wanted to do a little happy dance right there on the landing. Finally, someone around here enjoyed her company.
“I like her, too,” she told Wyatt. “Of course I’ll look after her. I’d be delighted. Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there. You don’t have to pay me. I’m happy to help.”
“Don’t make this more than it is.”
“I won’t.”
“You’re grinning. It’s weird.”
“I’m excited. It’ll give me a chance to learn sign language.”
“There’s nothing to be excited about. She’s a kid. You watch her. End of story.”
Maybe for him, but this was the first positive thing to happen to her since she’d moved to Seattle.
“Starting tomorrow?” she asked.
He sighed heavily. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”
She held her happy dance inside. “Not even for a minute. Thank you, Wyatt.”
He grumbled something and left. Claire twirled to her room, went inside and fell on the bed.
This was a sign, she told herself. Things were turning around. Everything was going to work out great.
CHAPTER SIX
CLAIRE WALKED into the bakery at four-thirty the next morning. Sid saw her and started shaking his head.
“No.”
She ignored that. “I’m here to work.”
“We can’t afford your help.”
“I did fine yesterday.”
“You had a breakdown.”
Claire didn’t want to think about that. “I had a panic attack and I handled it. I helped out when you were in trouble. You owe me.”
“That’s crap.”
She put her hands on her hips. “It’s true and you know it. Plus, I’m Nicole’s sister. This is a family bakery. I’m family. Put me to work.”
He glared at her. “Why do you want to be here?”
She thought of the line from An Officer and A Gentleman.
