If You Only Knew- Chapter 6

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"If you only knew..."

Lucy learned a long time ago, that sometimes it was better to listen than to speak. Bracing herself for whatever came next, she gently prodded Wyatt to open up. "Wyatt, please talk to me."

"I'm not sure this is the best idea. We work together and I learned long ago that you don't mix business and pleasure."

Lucy gently rubbed his knee, the feeling of the rough fabric creating some warmth and friction on his skin. "You can't do this alone."

Wyatt did not like to feel exposed and talk about "feelings," which in his mind, was the worst kind of exposure. He would rather stand in front of a crowded room naked than air his dirty laundry to a stranger. But, was Lucy really a stranger? Would she leave him too if she saw him the way he saw himself as a coward and a fraud?

Lucy's eyes looked at him intently, a cross between wanting and imploring. "Take a risk, Wyatt; please let me in."

Wyatt barely cracked a smile. "Remember you asked for this." He warned before taking a deep breath and steading himself. "Jess and I first met when we were both kids. It was my first day at a new school and I felt like an outcast from the minute I stepped through the door. I remember the stares and whispers when I showed up to class in clothes that didn't fit and shoes with holes in them." Wyatt turned a little in the seat towards Lucy to gage her reaction, ignoring the pressure and pulling of the stitches in his side.

Lucy could feel his eyes boring into her, looking for any kind of support. Reaching out to take his hand, she solidified her commitment to him with a soft, "I'm here."

"I don't remember the specifics of why Jess walked up to me that day. I think she may have felt sorry for the awkward, short kid with the baggy clothes and the really bad haircut sitting alone at lunch."

Lucy's heart fluttered slightly when she eyed him up and down. It was an automatic response, but an embarrassment all the same.

"I know that's probably shocking to you," Wyatt gestured to his body, "considering what you see here today."

Lucy knew she had been caught checking him out and tried to play it off. "That's terrible, kids can be so cruel."

Wyatt laughed in spite of the tears, sniffling slightly. "Maybe, but not Jess, she was so compassionate, especially for an eight year old. She came and sat down beside me and asked me my name. When I told her my name was "Wyatt Logan", she stuck her hand out and introduced herself as "Jessica Ann." She thought "Logan" was my middle name. I remember how she broke off a piece of her candy bar and asked me if I wanted some." Wyatt's voice choked up as he gazed out the front window, "Jess didn't care where I grew up or how much money I had, she just saw a lonely little boy who needed a friend. She was always there for me."

"She clearly saw something special in you that you are struggling to see in yourself right now. I know we haven't known each other for long, but what I do know about you is that you fight hard to protect the ones you care about."

"I'm done fighting." Wyatt said without a shred of emotion. "I'm here to do a job and that's all."

"You have me and Rufus." Lucy was livid and shouted abruptly, gripping the steering wheel a little harder than necessary. "Or are we just part of the 'job' too?" Lucy's voice was caught in a tidal wave of emotion. "Do we mean nothing to you?"

Wyatt was not shocked by Lucy's response. How could he have been so hurtful to someone who had been so helpful to him all day? Trying to apologize, Wyatt readied himself against the seatbelt as he again reached over towards Lucy. This time he put his hand on her dark blue jeans, catching the gaze of her dark brown eyes in his. Wyatt could feel the blood trickling down his waist and under his belt, when the seatbelt pierced further into his side. However, it didn't matter, the pain was inconsequential because the only thing that mattered now was Lucy. "I didn't mean for that to come out the way it sounded. Of course you and Rufus matter. I just can't afford to get involved again."

"You can't be responsible for everything and you sure as hell can't control everything."

"Lucy please understand that I can't allow myself to feel anything. Jess was an only child and the apple of her parents eyes. They never approved of our relationship. My in laws were genuinely good people, but were convinced that a kid who came from nothing, could not give their daughter the life she deserved. I proved over and over to them that I was worthy of their daughter's hand until the one night I didn't."

Lucy, clearly not sure if it was the right thing to do or not, spontaneously pulled the car over into the parking lot of a gas station. "Wyatt, please look at me."

"Seriously, I'm bleeding to death and you decide to stop for gas?"

"I didn't stop for gas; I stopped for you." Lucy took a deep breathe and started to speak softly from the bottom of her heart, her eyes tearing and eventually falling down her soft cheek. "I know you are hurting. You and Jess have a long history together and that kind of bond isn't broken easily, even in death. I'm sorry I said that her death was meant to be. I had no right."

Wyatt reached over and wiped the falling tear from her face with his thumb. "Don't be sad for me, my life hasn't been all bad, I met you didn't I?"

"Thank you." Lucy said blushing a bright shade of red. That spark she felt before when he kissed her wrist, was back with a vengeance. She had high hopes that they were on the edge of a breakthrough. Turning off the car, she sat back in her seat and said, "Tell me something else about Jess. I think anyone who finds you appealing, must have a great story."

"After we were married a few months, we bought a small two bedroom house just outside of Dallas. It was pretty much of a fixer upper, but it was ours." Wyatt smiled. "Jess woke me up early one morning and asked me come outside and watch the sun rise with her. She wasn't much of an early riser, but I thought it was sweet. So we grabbed a blanket and sat on the porch swing. As the sun was rising, she looked at me with her big blue eyes and started to open a chocolate bar, eventually breaking one piece into two smaller pieces." Wyatt's voice quivered again, "When she handed me the piece of chocolate, she talked about how it had been twenty years ago today that we had met. Since she's been gone, I haven't had a piece of chocolate since."

"Thank you for sharing that with me. Maybe something as small as a chocolate bar, could be your first step."

"I think my first step is to get home."

"Agreed, because honestly, I'm all out of inspirational words. I'm just going to go inside and grab a few items to patch you up. I'll be right back."

To Be Continued...