Seth's Chance [Brac Pack 27] Read Online Free PDF

asked.
Seth glanced up at the man’s pretty blue-grey eyes. Voicing his willies to his neighbor wasn’t something Seth cared to do. He gave a polite smile and turned toward the bathroom.
“No, it’s just been a long day.” That was the truth, but not all of it. He led his neighbor into the small confines of the bathroom, glancing up at the ceiling as Mr. Nimble walked in, making the tiny bathroom seem like a sardine can.
Seth concentrated on the ceiling, ignoring the fluttering feeling in his stomach to have someone he really didn’t know standing this close.
“I don’t see any damage,” Seth replied as he felt the man behind him move an inch closer. Mr. Nimble wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was just staring up at the ceiling, but Seth could feel the man’s body heat on his back like the sun was right there in the bathroom, blazing down on him. He cleared his throat, feeling a bit edgy as he glanced over his shoulder. Mr. Nimble gave him a smile that was tight, but friendly.
“I—” Seth began, but another knock sounded on his apartment door. What the hell was with all the visitors this evening? “Excuse me,” Seth said as he pushed past his neighbor. Mr. Nimble stepped aside, giving Seth room to leave the bathroom. It wasn’t much room, but his neighbor couldn’t move aside to give Seth room to leave without their arms brushing. The bathroom was that small.
He glanced back at the bathroom as he hurried to the front door. Without looking through the peephole, Seth opened his door.
Chance was standing there, smiling at him, his long and large arm braced against the doorframe. “Mind some company?”
Seth lost major IQ points as he stared up into Chance’s grey eyes. He felt his heart give an extra thud as he shook his head. “Not at all.” He stepped aside to let Chance in, closing the door behind him. “What brings you here tonight?”
“Everything looks good, Seth,” Mr. Nimble said as he stepped out into the living room.
“Am I interrupting something?”
Seth could hear the low vibrations of a growl in Chance’s voice. The man looked pissed. He and Chance were just friends. Why was he looking as though he was going to tear Mr. Nimble’s head from his shoulders? He felt the heat in the room rise a few hundred balmy degrees as Chance glanced from Seth to Mr. Nimble.
“Not at all,” Seth said quickly. “My neighbor’s sink flooded upstairs, and he wanted to check my bathroom to make sure there was no damage.” Why was he explaining himself to Chance? He had done nothing wrong, and if he had, it wasn’t any of Chance’s business. They weren’t dating.
“And?” Chance drew the question out, the grey in his eyes shifting to a darker grey, a violent storm grey. Seth took a step back, feeling his pulse quicken.
“And there is no damage,” Mr. Nimble said. “That’s a good thing.”
“Good thing,” Chance repeated.
Seth could feel the tension mount, the room humming with unspoken threats as Chance’s eyes swung from Seth to Mr. Nimble. “Is there anything else you need to check in Seth’s apartment?”
Seth was five seconds away from kicking Chance out. In the two months that he’d known Chance, the man had never acted like this. Well, he did act a little nutty when they first met, but Chance was nothing but kind and sweet since then. This was a new side to the man that Seth wasn’t sure he was comfortable with.
“No,” Mr. Nimble answered as he headed toward the door. “Again, Seth, I’m sorry about the inconvenient timing.”
Seth watched his neighbor let himself out. He stood there vibrating with anger. “Get out.”
“What did you say?” Chance asked.
Seth spun around, his fists at his side as he glared at Chance. “I said, get out.”
Chance’s eyes widened, as if he never thought that Seth would kick him out. “Why?”
Seth could see in Chance’s eyes that the man didn’t think he had done anything wrong. “We are just friends, Chance. Who are you to come in here