Wyatt
Someoneneedstoexplainto me why the second we break up, I have an overwhelming urge to put a baby in Bryn when I see her with a hand over her stomach.
Not the time, nature. Not the time.
Chapter 28
Bryn
“Holditsteady,”Wyattgrunts from one side of the screen door.
Nate, holding it on the other side, grumbles back. “Iamholding it steady. You’re leaning against it.”
Savanna and I exchange a look, both of us biting back laughter. They look ridiculous together, face to face, Nate’s arms out, Wyatt’s up. From our vantage point a few feet away, they both look smushed against the door, ready to envelop each other in a hug if not for the glass between them.
Gran did an incredible job when she broke the door. Whatever she did—which she still denies doing—it was bad enough that Wyatt couldn’t fix it. He ended up having to get brand new hinges and refused to let me help him with it, instead waiting for one of the guys to be free.
Naturally, that’s taken three weeks.
Three long weeks of Wyatt being around all the time. Gran hasn’t let the list run out of things she needs done, keeping him busier than a worker bee in a hive looking for pollen day in and day out for a Queen. Leaky faucets, slow drains, patching holes. All things that never seemed to be a problem are suddenly popping up all over the house.
After the first week, I called her out on it over breakfast and she just looked at me with a knowing smile, shrugged a shoulder,and asked me to pass the cream for her coffee. No one, Wyatt included, is under any illusion to what she’s doing. Meddling.
“Okay, but tell me this isn’t kind of hot,” Savanna says under her breath, bumping into me as we watch the two men work together. “Look at them. Fixing. Putting the door back together. Do you see Nate’s forearms right now?”
I’m too busy staring at Wyatt and the sliver of skin poking out beneath his t-shirt that’s rising above his jeans while he works on the top hinge. Even if Wyatt wasn’t there, I wouldn’t notice Nate. He’s too much like family to me. But that doesn’t stop me from nodding my head in agreement.
Unfortunately for me, I’ve witnessed many moments like this in the last few weeks with Wyatt. Bits of skin, muscles straining, the man fixing. It’s like Gran has purposely asked him to be there every time she knows I’m going to be home.
“I’m going to climb that man like a tree later,” Savanna sighs, fluffing her hair out before twirling a piece around her finger.
“We can hear you, you know,” Nate grounds out.
“I’m ovulating, it’s the hormones. You can’t blame me.”
Nate takes his eyes off what they’re doing for a moment to connect with Savanna. “Right. That’s what it is.”
Something passes between them, Savanna’s cheeks turning a pretty pink, a smirk forming on Nate’s face as his attention focuses back on the task at hand.
Before I can ask, Savanna says, “Even if I wasn’t ovulating, I’d still want to climb him like a tree.”
“Got it,” Wyatt declares, and steps back. “Let it go.”
Nate does, and the two of them look at their handy work, fist bumping when the door doesn’t fall away from the house. Wyatt’s boot still holds it open so it doesn’t slam in his face, and when they both step away, he tests the swinging of it.
“Oh, thank god,” I breathe out when it doesn’t drop an inch or make a creaking sound that makes me want to claw my ears out like it began doing a week ago.
“Ruby,” Wyatt calls into the house. Gran stayed inside when Savanna and I came to check on the boys’ progress, but she now appears at the entrance to the mudroom. He opens and closes the door to show her it’s fixed. “Now remember what we talked about—no screwin’ around with this again.”
Gran places a hand on her chest, eyes widening in innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, dear boy. It’s been wobbly for ages.”
“You must’ve hit your head harder than you thought,” he says, wagging a finger at her, a line he’s repeated more than once. “It was perfectly fine when you bumped your head, I was here.”
Savanna presses into me, whispering, “They seem to be getting along well.”
“Don’t get me started,” I whisper back, looping my arm through hers. “He sees right through her, and she knows it, but I think they both love it.”
“So, when are you guys going to start dating again?” Savanna questions, this time a little louder.
