Page 109 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
She cups a hand around her forehead and averts her eyes bashfully. “Umm, yeah, well, kinda, I guess.” She shakes her head, lowering her hand. “Oh my gosh, sorry. I’m totally losing my cool. I mean, we get celebrities and high profile clients here all the time. I should be able to keep it together. But, umm, Wyatt, you have me falling apart.”
Wyatt glances at me and then back at her. “Oh, ah, sorry?”
She giggles, swatting a hand. “Don’t apologize. It’s my bad. I can’t keep my fangirl in check.”
“Sooo,” he draws out the word. “How did we work together?”
“It was on the set of ‘Without You,’” Marsha replies, composing herself. “I worked in the wardrobe department; fitting you, Portia, and Simon McAlister.”
Wyatt nods, trying to act like it rings any bells.
“Anyway, I moved away from sets and found a place in retail,” she says. “I actually feel more at home here.”
“That’s awesome.”
“Do you and the other Circle 8 guys still hang out?” Marsha asks. “You all looked so close when I’d see you between scenes.”
Wyatt glances at me again. “Ahhh.”
“Well, you haven’t seen them in a while, right?” I say, hoping to help.
Marsha’s eyes widen with intrigue. “They didn’t visit you when you were in...”
Wyatt folds his arms and his jaw flexes as he shakes his head.
“I think they’re all busy,” I tell Marsha. “Wyatt hasn’t been working, so I think they’ve been working the other Circle 8 kids really hard.”
She presses her lips into a line and nods sheepishly. “Sorry, it’s none of my business. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“It’s okay,” Wyatt says. “You were being super nice about it. I, I just had no idea wh-what to say.”
“Well, it’s great to see you again. Are you staying close by?”
Wyatt hangs a thumb over his shoulder. “Yeah, in one of the hotels.”
“The Gran Palacio?” Marsha questions. “I think you guys stayed at that hotel for the ‘Without You’ press tour. I remember the paparazzi kept trying to snap you and Portia together.” Marsha covers her mouth, letting out a soft chuckle. “Poor Simon got no attention.”
“Oh,” it draws out of me. “I’ve seen those pictures. Oh my gosh, I think it was the same hotel. How did I never put that together?”
Wyatt shrugs, again having no answers.
Marsha extends her hand to me. “I’m sorry, I haven’t caught your name yet.”
I shake her hand. “Josie.”
She smiles, glancing at Wyatt. “Are you Wyatt’s new PA?”
I mumble a laugh. “Ah, sure.”
Wyatt clicks his tongue. “Umm, no. She’s my girlfriend.”
My jaw drops faster than Marsha’s.
Wyatt.
Freaking.
Hayes.
