“You heard me and Thurman talking last night, didn’t you?”
Merrick put his hand on his belly and met Wyatt’s gaze.
“I thought I heard footsteps.”
“I know you don’t approve—”
“That’s not it.”
“Then what?”
Wyatt pursed his lips.
“You’ve been married to Rhonda forever. She’s a wonderful woman and you two are perfect together. I’d like to have that, too. I want to be more than just your bodyguard.”
“You are.”
“I care about Grant, but I’m still going to do my job.”
“And if we stop doing this, what am I supposed to do? Grow old? Play golf?”
“Maybe we could live a little bit?”
“I hate golf.”
“This isn’t about stopping.”
“Then what? It’s not about bringing Grant onboard, because I won’t let him throw away his chance at a life on the right side of the law. He doesn’t deserve to live like this.”
Merrick took a deep breath. It was clear then. He would either lose Wyatt or Grant. There was no having the best of both worlds.