Nothing Scientific About It | [COMPLETE]

Chapter Twenty Six

My upstairs neighbors had a leak. That was all it took for my life to intersect with the life of Wyatt Reynolds. His parents did plumbing work all over my neighborhood. I'd seen their van dozens, if not hundreds, of times over the years. I'd probably even seen him, too, cutting pipe on the sidewalk or leaning against the van and talking on the phone. All their employees wore ugly sea foam green shirts with their names embroidered on them.

Wyatt had knocked on my door and woke me from what I like to think was a very peaceful and well-deserved sleep after being at work until three the night before. I was so physically tired and so mentally drained that I had answered the door wearing nothing but a ratty t-shirt and an even rattier pair of underwear.

To say that he noticed would be a generous understatement.

I'd also like to say that I cared. I'd like to not remember how much I liked the idea that this cute guy had appeared in front of me and was openly staring at my body as he asked me if I had noticed any water damage on my ceiling or the tops of my walls. I'm positive he also took a few dozen mental pictures of my ass as I led him through the entire apartment and let him check for himself. Maybe I posed myself a little and maybe I arched my back as I took the detour to crawl across my bed on the way to my back closet as he walked around it next to me.

He then told me the work upstairs would take the rest of the week and that I would "probably see him around" throughout the next few days.

I'll admit it. Wyatt was striking in a way that I hadn't experienced since Logan. I guess I probably should have taken that as some kind of warning. He had the face, and the body, of someone who pop culture would suggest wait tables in Beverly Hills while waiting for their big Hollywood break. There was nothing about him that would have told me he was just some blue collar plumber. I didn't even see his ass crack sticking out of the top of his pants until he was standing at the foot of my bed stripping that first night we spent together.

Looking back, my brain telling me that he looked like an actor should have been another warning.

The leak was fixed by Friday. On Saturday, Wyatt showed back up at my apartment and casually asked me on a date. After a few short weeks he was spending most nights in my bed, and not in that same way that Cade apparently was with Sam. I gave him a key so he didn't have to wait for me on the stoop if I was working when he came by. Everything felt so normal when we were together. Everything felt so damn good. He worked a lot, but so did I, and when we did get time alone I cherished it.

I thought he did, too.

Then one night I went to work only to find that a water main break had closed us down and nobody had bothered to call me. Had I went home right then, I doubt I would have caught Wyatt in the act. Instead a tagged along with my friends to another bar that some of their friends worked at. It was fun, but once they all started pushing each other to do Jager bombs I decided to tap out and head for home.

Wyatt would not be expecting me until closer to three in the morning, but it was not yet midnight when I got back to my apartment. I knew he would be there. He had told me something about his parent's building being a construction zone and that he was having trouble sleeping.

What I did not know was that he had not been planning on being at my place, or in my bed, alone.

"Wyatt Reynolds!" I had never screamed another person's name so loud in my entire life as I forced my way back into the dining room. I nearly pulled the sliding glass door completely off its track, but I didn't care. I only cared about finding him and then dealing with him. "Where the fuck are you?"

"Bad breakup?" Cade's hands landed on my shoulders and I shuddered beneath his touch. I was not expecting him to be so close behind me.

"I caught him cheating," I don't know why I was whispering, "in my bed."