Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen – Special-1

One time, and tuje in Wyatt's bed. Another restless night for me. His trip got extended by a night, much to my dismay. He isn't due home until tomorrow night. I have managed through the lack of sleep, but it's not what I need tonight because I am back at work tomorrow. I have no idea who will be coming for Wyatt's feminine care, but I am sure he has it sorted. We haven't spoken much today, just a few text messages here and there. We had a two-minute phone call in the afternoon. The clients seem very demanding.

I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling. It is midnight, so hopefully, within the next couple of hours, I will get some sleep. At least a few hours. Maybe I should go home and…their… The problem isn't the bed. The problem is the space next to me—empty. It doesn't matter where I try to sleep; I'm frustrated. I used to enjoy sleeping alone.

-Rings from the bedside unit. It can only be one person. No one else would call at midnight except… Wyatt. I wait for it to connect and make sure it is him before answering it.

“Hello, handsome,” I greet.

“You, did 1?” he asks, his words slightly slurred. He must be drunk.

My sweet angel? Is this his new name for me? I like it. I'm in bed but not asleep. Where are you?

“Why aren’t you asleep? I am in one of the casinos, but I stepped away because I wanted to talk to you for a minute,” I reply.

“I can’t sleep,” I sigh. “How are you getting on? Have you won? I am happy you called. I was sad that we haven’t spoken much today.”

“Is it because I am not next to you? Yes, I won thirty thousand dollars, so I’m doing not bad. I know, I am sorry, my love, that we haven’t had much time to talk today,” he replies with a…

My love? That is a new one. He has never called me that. Does he realize he is saying it? Did he mean to? Am I overthinking it? Good chance. I won’t bring it up.

“It is because you aren’t next to me. Wow, that is a lot of money.”

“I was there with you, angel. You can have it if you want. Spend it on whatever you like.”

“What is that, babe? No, I am not taking thirty thousand from you,” I state firmly.

“You won’t be taking it. I am gifting it to you.”

“Wyatt, I am not taking it. Give it to charity,” I say. There are people out there who need it more than me.

“Mmm, you, baby girl. I hate that you are home alone, and I am here. I should have said no to everyone and be home when I was supposed to,” he groans. You, but you need to do… you need to do what you…

Get the clients. This time tomorrow, you will be back in bed with me where you belong.

“Yes, I just need to get through the rest of my time here. You…”

“Me too, hand-in-hand.”

Will take rain, I promise, that I’d dream. Pla and gran like a food, I’skom…