Showing Chances Are by Mathias Harding

Chance Mayer

I sat in Wyatt’s apartment, looking around at his tidy living room while he made me tacos in the kitchen. Jesus, this man was something else. He had his own version of cockiness. It was something like my own, only subtle. More mature.
He sang an old country song over the sizzling beef.
His voice was smooth and deep. It was a real turn on for me. Of course, I wouldn’t tell him that. I wouldn’t tell him that I genuinely liked him. He was funny and sweet. Something about him caused everything within me to shuffle.
I’d just been through a breakup. Well, technically, it had been a year. It was hard for me. I had always been the rambunctious, wild type. It was hard for me to take anything seriously. So, when I do, it meant that it was VERY serious. Apparently, the feeling wasn’t mutual for my ex. When you gave your heart away, you never stop to think it might be completely disregarded.
When someone gave you their heart, it was a gift, and a fragile one at that. That was something I had always believed.

Wyatt Dean

I wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of guy. Chance was sweet and funny. I thought I’d really lucked out on my first night back in Louisiana. So, when Chance left before I could even say goodbye, it hurt. I liked him. I thought we really had a connection.
I’d just taken a new coaching job for the Breaux Bridge Community Center’s baseball team. The Mudbugs were a gang of guys who drank more than they slept. It was my job to whip them into shape, since their last coach (who was worse than them) broke his legs riding an arm chair that was attached to a four-wheeler.
You can imagine my surprise when Chance waltzed into the dugout over ten minutes late for our first practice. Having Chance on the team wasn’t going to be easy. Frankly, I was pissed at him. I may have punished him a teensy bit, that first practice. But mostly, I was insanely attracted to him.
I moved back to Breaux Bride because I had lost my way. Somehow, I knew that I would find it again in Chance. From the moment I met him, I knew he was special. He was holding back, though. He wouldn’t let me in.
I wouldn’t give up on him. That wasn’t even on the table.