Wyatt would have bet his entire trust fund Linc had been two seconds away from kissing him before Charlie had barged in there like the hot sloppy mess she was, and Wyatt was one hundred percent sure he would have let him and seventy-five percent sure it would have been the worst idea ever. God, what would Wyatt even do with Linc? The man was married, with a kid. Even if he was gay, he wasn’t available, and Wyatt was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a homewrecker.
