He worked his wrists against the material binding him, not so much in an effort to get free, but out of impatient eagerness. Even if he’d wanted to, getting free might be a challenge. Surprisingly, Tatiana knew how to tie a knot. Wyatt tugged at the necktie harder, odd pride surging through him. My woman can immobilize me.Sexy.His dick was hard enough to pound nails, a direct contrast to the mush of his heart. He tilted his head back, breathing deep in an effort to dispel his arousal. All she had to do was walk back in here, and he’d go off.His need was the only thing keeping him from grinning like a foolish sap. He felt young and optimistic, and all because they’d acknowledged a problem between them and resolved to work on it.The more he thought about it, the more he knew his half-joking words to Esme were spot on. Maybe I haven’t been fighting right.Their problems hadn’t been insurmountable; they’d made them that way, building anger and resentment. They wouldn’t replay history.
