Wanted: A Bad Boy Auction Romance

“Yeah, it does,” he agreed.

I pulled back and told him, “I have to go get Noah now. We’ll finish this conversation later.”

“Thanks, sis,” he said.

I headed for the door again and patted my pockets, checking for my cell phone. It wasn’t there.

I had left it in the car I realized.

I got into the driver’s seat and immediately looked for it. I was never without it.

It was in the glove compartment and when I picked it up, I saw all the missed calls I had throughout the day. The daycare and Wyatt’s outnumbered all the others and I called the daycare back first.

They explained to me that Noah had become ill and that they had reached my emergency contact, who had picked him up.

I felt the blood drain from my face.

Wyatt already knew.

This wasn’t the way I wanted him to find out.

I had put his number on the form on impulse, not really thinking that he still carried the same contact number. My parents were usually unavailable to pick up Noah and Joe was too young. I had had no one else to place as a contact.

After I got off the phone with the campus daycare, I knew my day had taken a turn for the worse.

My hands were shaking as I dialed Wyatt’s number.

He answered in the second ring.

“He is at my apartment,” he said, the words coming across without emotion.

“Wyatt, I didn’t mean for you find out like this,” I started. “I swear-”

He cut me off before I could continue.

“Just come over, Hailey.”

He hung up without another other word.

I had to take several moments before I felt calm enough to drive. My mind was a mess and I was panicking, only terrible scenarios playing out in my mind about the upcoming confrontation.

Still, I tried to be optimistic.

A girl could hope, right?

Finally, though, I was able to turn the key in the ignition and pull out of the driveway.

When I showed up at Wyatt’s apartment the door was yanked open before I even knocked.

By the look on his face, I knew things were not going to go how I had hoped.

Chapter Eighteen: Hailey

Wyatt and I just stared at each other for a few seconds, me standing just outside his front door and he like a guard over the threshold. I looked at a place just over his shoulder and I felt the coolness of his eyes roaming over me.

I couldn’t meet Wyatt's eyes - not yet - afraid of what I would find there, so instead of doing so I let my eyes trail over his body.

I still couldn’t help but notice how devilishly handsome he was in a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt. Then back up my stare went. Over long legs, muscled thighs, trim hips, a flat stomach and a hard chest.