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Say You Want Me (Return to Me #2)(3)
Author: Corinne Michaels

Not that I don’t love kids, but I never really saw myself as a mom. I’m content with my trendy apartment in downtown Philadelphia, the bakery, and my shitty dating life. It’s all that makes me—me.

It hits me then. No one is going to want to date me now.

I’m going to be the single mother that people pity.

I’m going to be alone.

My hand covers my mouth as a tear falls.

“Angie.” Presley puts the car in park at the end of her dirt driveway. “Angie, look at me.”

I shake my head. “I’m fine. It’s fine.”

“What did the doctor say?”

Her voice is so full of love and compassion. There’s something deep inside me that has a feeling she knows.

I clutch my stomach as I turn to look at her. “I’m pregnant. I’m—”

“Holy shit! You’re pregnant?” Presley’s hands fly to her mouth.


I can only imagine the shit rolling around in her head. My chest starts to heave as I think about this absolute mess. I’ve been in some shit before, but this is a whole new level. I’m going to have something that needs me to survive. There’s no way I’ll be able to handle this. I can barely handle my own life let alone another living thing. “Oh my God! I can’t do this!”

Presley pulls me into her arms as I cry. “It’s going to be okay.”

“No.” I pull back. “It’s not. I can’t have a baby! I can’t even take care of a plant. I’m alone up there. How am I going to do this?”

“You can do it because you’re strong and loving. How far along are you?”

My eyes lift to hers, and I almost choke on my next words. “I’m two months.”

“That means . . .” I see the wheels turning as she calculates. “Oh! Oh my God! You were here two months ago! For when Zach proposed!”

“Yup.” My voice is full of despair.


“Yes. Fucking Wyatt. Why am I so stupid? Why, out of all the goddamn people in the world, does it have to be him? The guy who spent his entire life pining away over you. The damn man who left me in the middle of the night so I could see my way out of his bed? I mean, couldn’t it have been some guy in Philly so my entire life didn’t implode?”

Her smile brightens, and her eyes shine with tenderness. “I know you’re freaking out. I don’t blame you, but you’re going to be okay. You’ll see, this’ll be fine. Y’all are going to have a baby! And maybe there’s a reason he left you that night . . . which by the way, you never told me about.”

That’s what she focuses on?

“How? How is this going to be okay?”

“It’s not part of your plan, I’ll give you that. But Wyatt will be a great dad.”

I shake my head. “I don’t even know what I’m going to do. Maybe I won’t tell him. Maybe I won’t keep it or even have it.”

She knows me well enough that she doesn’t respond. I may not be happy about this, but I know that I’m keeping it. Presley knows that, too. It’s just so much. Too many things to think about. Telling Presley was the easy part—it’s going to be telling Wyatt that will be difficult. He has a right to know, but it’s the last thing I want to say to him. With that will come a barrage of questions and issues. Things I haven’t even figured out myself.

“That’s your choice, babe. I can tell you that it’s not you.”

I groan. “I hate you.”

“I hate you right back.”

“It’s your fault this even happened!” I throw my hands in the air.

Presley’s eyes widen. “Me?”

“Yeah,” I say as I point right at her. “If you hadn’t made me come visit, I wouldn’t have slept with him. If you hadn’t fallen in love with Zach again, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Well, since we’re passing blame. If you hadn’t gone to college in Maine and weren’t my roommate, I wouldn’t have met Todd. If I hadn’t met Todd, I wouldn’t have been married and living in Pennsylvania. If all that hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t be back in Bell Buckle. So, whose fault is it really?”

“I reiterate again that I hate you.”

She laughs and shifts the car back to drive. “I love you, too.”

We pull up to the house, and the boys are already there waiting for us, jumping and waving. The sadness and dread I felt moments ago dissipates as I rush out of the car. “Cay! Logan!”


I pull them into my arms and squeeze. They’re such great kids. They’ve been through hell but still smile. A lot of that is thanks to both Presley and Zach’s families, which I guess includes Wyatt.

“My boys! How’s school?” I ask, knowing the grumbles will come.

“It’s great. Logan has a girlfriend!” Cayden sniggers.


“I do not!” Logan punches Cayden. I giggle and instantly feel lighter.

“Angie,” Zach says with a smile from his spot on the porch. “So glad you’re here. Pres needs someone to rein her in on this wedding stuff.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be any help with that.” I grin as I walk forward to embrace him.

There are times when I miss my brother more than anything, and this is one of them. I wouldn’t be hugging this man right now. I’d be curled up on the couch—not pregnant—with my sister-in-law and brother. We’d have wine and talk about the boys and how I need to stop living like I’m twenty. Todd would grumble about how no one is good enough for me, but in the next breath, he would comment about how I will die alone if I don’t find someone halfway decent. It would’ve ended with us laughing and me falling asleep on the couch. I’d go get donuts in the morning, chat with Todd about the morning news, and then head home. I wish it were him I was hugging.

“You look great.” He smiles.

I feel like total shit. “Thanks. The place looks amazing!”

“We’re so happy here,” Presley says as she wraps her arm around Zach’s middle.

The last time I was here, the walls were going up and there was a constant stream of contractors. But this is gorgeous. The house is huge and overlooks the lake on Zach’s property. A massive wrap-around porch, adorned with Adirondack chairs, gives them the perfect view. It’s brand new, but the way they built it makes it appear as though it is meant to be here. I take it all in and feel happy for my friend. Regardless of what I’m going through, Presley deserves a life filled with everything she could want.

“It’s perfect. I—”

“Well, well.” It’s a voice I’d know anywhere. “If it isn’t Big City.”

Son of a bitch.

I turn and come face to face with the flashing smile, honey-colored eyes, and brown hair that I’ve dreamed of. Wyatt Hennington stands before me in a pair of fitted jeans and a black shirt, and he’s looking at me with heat in his gaze. Everything inside me clenches, especially my belly. God, he’s fucking hot. I fight leaping into his arms and remembering the way he kissed. A shiver runs down my spine as that night flashes back to me. Why does my body react this way to him?

He extends his hand so his fingers run against my cheek, just barely touching me. The skin burns as he trails to my lips. I stand like a statue, staring at him. He shouldn’t be able to render me speechless, but he does.

“Why are you here?” I ask with a touch of disappointment.

Wyatt Hennington holds me captive as he closes the small distance between us.

“You look beautiful, Angel.” The way his eyes intensify when he says that makes my heart stutter.

“Why don’t we go inside?” Presley saves me, and I let out a sigh of relief.

“Sounds great.”

“Come on, Auntie, I’ll show you my new room!” Cayden says, turning and running into the house and leaving Logan to trail behind.

Okay, so this isn’t what I planned, but then again nothing seems to be going my way. I can handle going inside, eating, and waiting for him to leave. Then, I can freak out. I have a little bit of time that I need to keep this to myself. A plan. I need a plan.

“Well, come on then,” Presley says, amusement clear in her voice.

“We’ll meet you in there,” Wyatt says, and I watch in shock as Presley and Zach go inside, closing the door behind them.

My jaw falls slack. I can’t be alone with him. I’m not ready to tell him anything. Although, that’s the damn reason I’m here. But not yet.

“I think I should go in . . .” I start to walk.

Wyatt’s fingers grip my arm, stopping me. “Talk to me for a second.”

I turn, look at his fingers, and back to his eyes. “There’s nothing to say.”

“How are you, Angel?”

“I’m wonderful. Thanks for asking. I’m going inside now.” I start to move away, but he holds tight.

It’s a mystery to me how he never married. From everything that Presley says, he’s a great man. He’s kind, loyal, considerate, clearly he’s hot, but he refuses to do any serious commitment. I often wonder how much of it is because of the fact that he was in love with my sister-in-law. He spent his entire life loving her and watching her love his brother.

She and I have spoken at length about it. Her heart broke when he told her all those years ago how he felt. They’ve been best friends since they were little, and they still are, but she never returned his affections. Wyatt is the man who pushed Zach back into her arms. He loved her so much, he let her go.

“Don’t be like that.” He rubs his thumb across my wrist.

I can’t believe this is happening right now. I thought I’d have a day or two before I saw him. Clearly that isn’t the case. I barely mustered the courage to tell Presley, now I have to figure out a way to tell him. Fuck my life.

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