Holy shit
The guy was tall and lean, with dark hair cut short at the sides but messy on top. The sort of messy that made Wyatt want to drag his fingers through it. He had facial hair as well, shaped close to the angular planes of his face. He was wearing sunglasses. He was lean. He was wearing skinny jeans and a button-up shirt. He walked with a swagger, like he was a bad boy rock star, or—
Wyatt’s breath caught.
Or a con.
Wyatt leaned back from the window before the guy spotted him.