Wyatt's place wasn't what she'd expected.

When they'd pulled up that morning to grab his things, Lauren had been prepared for a basic apartment. Maybe something utilitarian and sparse, the kind of place a man who lived out of duffle bags would call home.

Instead, they'd stopped outside a standalone house in one of Manhattan's wealthiest neighborhoods. Six bedrooms. Tastefully decorated. Wow like wow. It was huge.

"You live here?" she'd asked, staring up at the elegant facade.

"Yeah." Wyatt ...