Wyatt's Most Wanted Wife

Adrenaline seeped out of Wyatt like a tire with a leaky valve. He vacillated between dropping his head into his hands and telling Mertyl Gentry to get her own stupid cat out of her tree.

“What’s the matter, boy? Cat got your tongue?”

Wyatt wished his grandfather had used some other cliché. He glanced at Lisa and found her looking back at him. She didn’t say a word, but the lift of her eyebrows spoke volumes.