The Wrong Mr. Right (The Queen's Cove Series #2)(71)

She nodded. “Yep.”

We got back into the car and when we passed Hannah’s street without stopping, she turned to me with a questioning look.

“Wyatt.” Amused suspicion dripped from her tone and she raised an eyebrow before she winced in pain.

Well, that only settled my resolve.

“Where are we going?”

“My house.”

Her eyes widened. “Why?” Her head fell back in frustration, but she still huffed a laugh. “He said I’m fine. I feel fine. Beck didn’t see any sign of concussion.”

I shook my head hard and pulled into my driveway. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

Her chest shook with laughter. “He’s literally a doctor.”

I put the car in park and turned to her. “We don’t know that.” My mouth lifted in a grin.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

Beck was a smart guy and I trusted him but something deep inside me wanted Hannah near to me until this weird protectiveness went away.

“Your brain is addled,” I said as we got out of the car. “I don’t want you alone tonight. You might try to lick the light sockets or something.” I reached for her and tucked her under my arm as we walked up to my place. I wasn’t going to let her out of my sight.

Wife. Pregnant. I glanced down at her and my pulse picked up.

She snorted. “What’s that look?”

I shook my head and unlocked the door. “Nothing.”

We stepped inside and I rubbed a hand absently over my chest. I’d deal with these feelings later. For now, Hannah was my sole focus.





21





Hannah





That evening, Wyatt led me through the front door of Elizabeth and Sam’s home. We slipped our shoes off and I could hear voices in the kitchen.

“Act normal and don’t you dare make either of them feel awkward.” Elizabeth’s voice held a hard, challenging edge.

I frowned and exchanged a curious glance with Wyatt.

“I swear to God, if you ruin my chance for another daughter-in-law,” her voice broke off and I got the sense she was shaking her head.

Daughter-in-law??? My face burned like molten lava and I refused to look at Wyatt.

“Why are you looking at me?” That was Emmett.

There was a derisive snort that sounded like Avery.

“You’re already making us feel awkward,” Wyatt called, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the kitchen.

Avery, Emmett, and Holden lined up on one side of the counter and Elizabeth stood on the other side, shaking a wooden spoon at them. I could hear the sizzle of Sam barbecuing outside. She turned and greeted us with a too-bright smile.

“You’re here!” She rushed over and enveloped me in a hug, pulling me into her and squeezing me. After a moment she pulled back to inspect my forehead with concern. “I heard you had an accident.”

I shook my head, rolling my eyes. “A little bump. A few stitches.”

“It’s not a little bump. She might have a concussion.” Wyatt opened the fridge and took out a beer.

“I don’t have a concussion,” I told him before turning back to the others with exasperation written all over my face. “We went to the ER and they shined a light in my eyes and said I was fine.”

Elizabeth held up a bottle of white wine. “Would you like a drink?”

I shot her a smile and a nod. “Sure.”

Wyatt shook his head. “She can’t have a drink. Sometimes doctors miss things.”

Avery frowned and tilted her head at me. “Who checked you out?”

“Beck.”

She wiggled her eyebrows with an appreciative grin. “Lucky girl.”

Emmett turned to her. “Excuse me.”

Holden and I both snorted. Elizabeth ignored Wyatt and handed me a glass of wine.

“It’s fine,” I told him. He wore a pained expression, a mix of uncertainty and protectiveness.

Wyatt had been acting weird all day. First, this morning, he had been giving me heated looks that seared my skin and made me shiver. He was thinking about what we did while we were camping, no doubt. I was. It was all I could think about. His tongue on me, his fingers swirling, winding me tighter and causing my brain to explode with stars.

Since I bonked my head in the water, he had treated me like a cracked teacup. He wouldn’t let me do anything all day except lay on the couch and listen to audiobooks. He had phoned Liya and made sure she was okay at the shop before he tucked me into the couch with a blanket and tea. He made me breakfast and lunch and finally, I got bored and took a nap. When I woke up, he stared out the window at the water while his laptop played old footage from surf competitions on silent.

In Elizabeth’s kitchen, I met Wyatt’s protective, worried gaze. “I’m going to have one glass. I’m not going to drink the entire bottle. I’ll be okay.” I brushed my fingers over his tanned arm.

“One glass.” His throat worked. His forehead wrinkled with worry.

Sam appeared in the patio door with a pair of tongs. “Food will be ready in five.” He gave me a big grin and I saw Wyatt’s lazy, casual grin in his expression. “Hey, Hannah. Heard you bonked your head.”