CHAPTER FIVE
The alarm on his cell phone went off, his phone vibrating across his bedside table. Wyatt reached for it, flicked it off, and tossed it onto the other side of the bed.
He hadn’t slept.
It was Saturday, so no work, but he’d promised Jess he’d come over. He rolled out of bed and went to find himself some coffee.
In the kitchen, he tripped over a pile of tiles and grabbed the edge of the counter before he face-planted into it.
“f**k!” His foot hurt like the worst stubbed toe ever. He pressed his forehead against the cool surface of the counter and wondered if he could just go back to bed. Instead, he knelt down and examined his foot. It throbbed, but not enough to actually be broken, so Wyatt stood back up and limped to the coffeemaker.
He was stirring sugar into his coffee
