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Chapter Thirty
Piper
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Wyatt says as we pull into the driveway after our doctor’s appointment. I pull my gaze away from the ultrasound pictures to peek over at him, arching a brow.
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
He grins and I see a tiny little glimpse of my Wyatt looking back at me, which has been rare these days. “Let’s go out on a date to celebrate our new little life changer.”
“Okay.” I flash him a smile as butterflies flutter through my belly. It’s been a while since we went out on a real date and I don’t need any excuse to soak up time with my man - especially when he is actually acting like my man.
He turns to back the truck up again. “What the hell?”
“What?” I ask, glancing behind us as a man with sandy brown hair in a button up shirt and a bow-tie steps out of a little four door sedan. “Do you know him?”
“No.” Wyatt turns off the truck and opens the door, stepping down before turning back to me with a serious expression on his face. “Stay in the truck.”
He walks away like that is the end of the conversation and I shake my head.
Oh, hell no.
Jumping out of the truck, I set the ultrasound picture on the seat and follow behind Wyatt as he walks up to the man.
“Can I help you?” Wyatt asks as he stops right in front of the man, a little close for the other man’s comfort if the look on his face is any indication, and crosses his arms over his chest. I decide to hang back, just a little, in case this visit isn’t a friendly one.The guy jerks his head back before his gaze snaps to the numbers nailed to the side of the house and back to Wyatt. He scowls, looking down at his phone.
“Uh… I think I might have the wrong address. I’m looking for Piper…”
What?
“Why?” Wyatt snaps, somehow making himself seem more threatening as he stares down at him. Not that he needs it. This guys is almost a foot shorter than him and he looks like he weighs a hundred and fifty pounds on his best day. Honestly, with the clothes he’s wearing, he looks like some kind of door-to-door salesman and the black framed glasses really complete the look. He can’t be more than twenty-one either and with how stressed Wyatt has been, I know it will only take a tiny thing to push him over the edge.
“Is this her house? Are you her roommate?”
My roommate?
Who the hell is this guy?
Enough is enough. I have no freaking clue who this guy is and I really don’t care. I have a date to get to. Walking up beside Wyatt, I put my hand on his back and he glances down at me as the man’s face lights up.
“Piper! Oh, thank God. I was so worried I had the wrong house.”
“I’m sorry… do I know you?”
He nods. “It’s Colin.”
“Who?” I ask, tilting my head to the side and pursing my lips as I study him, trying to place his face but I’ve got nothing.
“We met online,” Colin continues and all the blood rushes to my ears as I shake my head in confusion. “We’re going out tonight, remember?”
I step in front of Wyatt so he doesn’t kill this kid and shake my head. “I think you have me confused with someone else.”
“He’d fucking better,” Wyatt growls in my ear and my heart drops as my pulse starts to race and my belly flips.
“No, I don’t. I’ve seen your photo and we’ve been talking for like two weeks. I know it’s you. We text each other all day long and I sent you your favorite flowers last week. Remember? You said you loved them.”
Oh, fuck.
This is not good.
