Chapter Thirty-Three

Wyatt

“Well, other than the auction fiasco, I think the night was a success,” Wyatt announced, kicking off his shoes at the door of his apartment.

Cassie followed him in, adding her heels to his shoes. He liked the way they looked tumbled together.

“I had fun,” Cassie said, walking into the kitchen and pouring a glass of water. She grinned at him. “Thank you for inviting me. I don't know if I want to do it again, but once was fun. It was definitely different.”

“You want to live the billionaire lifestyle all the time now?” he asked, loosening his jacket and tie.

“Hell no.” She shook her head. “I'm exhausted mentally, and I didn't have to do anything. All those people? I just want to curl up with you and not move for a week. My brain is totally and completely fried.”

He thought about asking her to come to the islands. Now was the perfect time, only... she just said her brain was fried. Asking a huge decision right now was going to end poorly.

Maybe he was just afraid of rejection, or pe