Page 66 of Winning His Wager

She clung just as tightly.

He didn’t pull back until her father put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her away. He had questions.

Well, they all did.

But Dylan was going to be okay. Fletcher could breathe again.

He sank into the nearest chair and rested his head in his hands for a moment. Dylan was going to be okay. When he looked up, her mom was watching him. Sitting next to him.

She slipped a hand around his and didn’t say a word.

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Now was Will’s chance.He’d been in town already, waiting to pick up his sister when she’d called. Told him she had to work late because Fletcher had rushed Dylan to the hospital or something.

No one was home at Fletcher Tyler’s right now. No one was there.

Bruce Tyler wanted something out of Fletcher’s house. Bruce had made that clear days ago. Will had to get it. He had to find it, or at least tell Bruce exactly where it was.

Or Bruce was going to tip off the cops. About Will. And about Will’sdad.

Will couldn’t let that happen.

With her in the hospital, now was the only real chance he was going to get. He just hoped she was going to be okay.

Will slipped into the back door of Fletcher’s house. It was large house. He had never been there before. He started in the back bedroom and methodically made his way room to room,looking.

He never found it.

The next room washers.

Except he’d also found her clothes in the master bedroom. With Fletcher’s.

She was definitely sleeping with that son-of-a-bitch.

Damn it, Will fucking hated the Tylers. Every last one of them.

He just kept looking. Not finding what he was looking for at all.

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Dylan was definitely noton her home planet here. For one thing, there was no irritating beeping in her room at home. For another, this bed was kind of narrow—she had an extra-long king bed at home and a Fletcher to snuggle.

And she heard people walking around now.

“Baby?”

Dylan’s eyes flew open, and she turned her head. Hospital. Why was she in the hospital? “Wow, Mama, the last thing I really remember was air-guitaring with a hot Tyler twin guy after adding the beans to the chili. Where is Fletcher? Is he okay?”

She was in the hospital, he was freaky over hospitals, and he wasn’t there right next to her. She was about to panic here. Where was he?

“He’s out in the lobby. Your father overruled him on getting back here to you. Dixie and Devaney are dealing with Fletcher now. That young man seems to think he has a right to be right next to you, sweetie. At all times. I am not even sure he’s left you to go to the bathroom—and it’s right there.”

“Well, he does.” Why deny it? They’d been loving each other for four days now. A lot. It was far too special to just call itboinkinglike her sisters and cousins did. She hoped they’d be together again and again and again—just…not anytime soon. Her abdomen was on fire here. “I really want him back here, actually. I need to make sure he’s okay. He gets freaked over hospitals. What exactly happened to me?”

“Your appendix ruptured, sweetie. Fletcher and three of his cousins were there and brought you here.” Her mom was fussing over her again. She did that sometimes. It actually surprised Dylan her mom had made it back here to a hospital room without a total meltdown and everything. She was uncontrollable when her girls were sick, after all.

But while her mom’s eyes were red-rimmed, she wasn’t in total mom-meltdown mode.