18. Wyatt

Chapter Eighteen

Wyatt

A little while later

Rosie's cheeks were flushed when she stood in front of my office door. "Do I look okay?" she asked.

I took the moment to soak her in. The tendrils of hair falling around her cheeks. The way her freckles stood out a little more when her cheeks were flushed. Her kiss-swollen lips. She was dressed unremarkably in soft cotton pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Rosie was so it for me that I didn't ever notice what she was wearing beyond occasionally when I was simply taking in all of her.

"Fuck, I love you," I muttered. My heart swelled in my chest as I stepped closer and gave her a fierce kiss.

When I lifted my head, she blinked. "I love you too. What was that for?"

I shrugged. Even though I'd been open with her about my feelings, their intensity still startled me. "I was looking at you, and that's all I wanted to say."

"You didn't answer my first question yet," she teased.

I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "You look beautiful."

"I think I'm going to have to be more specific." She pressed her lips together and let out a little sigh. "Do I look like you just fucked me in your office?"

I chuckled. "I think I'm biased because I know I just fucked you in my office, and it was incredible."

She rolled her eyes. "You're no help." She reached for the doorknob. "Okay, let's do this."

"Tell me how we're handling this," I said as we walked down the hallway. I held her hand in mine because I couldn't bear not to touch her.

"I think everybody already knows, so we're just gonna pretend everybody already knows." She stopped abruptly, the soles of her shoes squeaking on the floor as she turned to face me. "Except for the marriage part."

"The marriage part?" A voice reached us from behind.

Rosie's breath sucked in sharply, and she spun around. Rhys was approaching. He must've come in through the back entrance. I felt flat-footed and caught off guard.

"You got married in Vegas," Rhys said matter-of-factly as he stopped beside us.

"What?!" Rosie yelped.

Rhys's gaze was understanding as he studied her. "It's okay. I won't say anything. Well, I told Haven I thought you were already married, but that's it."

I elected to stay silent. When Rosie looked wildly at me, two bright red spots high on her cheeks, Rhys took pity on us. "Wyatt's not saying anything because he's afraid you're gonna get mad at whatever he says. The only reason I suspected the marriage part is because in Vegas, I saw you two coming out of one of the wedding chapels there. Haven had lost her purse along the way that night, so I went to find it."

"You've known this whole time?" Rosie's mouth dropped open.

Rhys shrugged. "I can keep a secret. I wasn't sure , well, except for the fact you almost fell over on the sidewalk and you were both wearing rings. You never even saw me, and I was maybe twenty feet away."

I looked at Rhys, giving him a nod. "Damn. You definitely know how to hold your cards close to your chest."

Rosie leaned her head back and bounced her heel on the floor as she let out a groan of frustration. When she leveled her eyes with mine again, she looked resigned.

"Rhys won't say anything," I assured her.

"I haven't said anything to anybody yet except Haven," he pointed out.

Rosie looked from Rhys to me, to the floor, to the ceiling, and then back at me. "You know what? Fuck it."

"Uh, fuck what?" I asked.

"We'll just tell everyone. We got drunk, and we had a night in Vegas. It was crazy and now we're seeing how things go."

"Congratulations," Rhys said with an amused chuckle as he pulled me into a backslapping hug before hugging Rosie as well.

When he stepped back, Rosie looked up at him. "Are we crazy?"

"No crazier than anybody else I know," Rhys said easily. "I mean that," he added when she eyed him doubtfully. "Let me help."

"Help how?" I asked.

"Well, we all know you're together now, but when we go out, I'll make a toast to celebrate your marriage."

Rosie considered this quietly before nodding decisively. "Let's. I hate secrets. They stress me out."