Page 113 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Sir,” the security guard says, raising a hand to stop Wyatt and I moving toward the door. “We have a situation.”
“A sit-situation?” Wyatt stammers.
“Seems word has gotten out that you’re on the strip,” the security guard says. “A crowd of fans are outside.”
Wyatt smirks. “Acrowdof fans? Get outta here.”
I gulp. “A crowd?”
“My associate has kept them back to make a clear path for you,” security continues. “Or, if you like, I can ask the salesperson if there’s a back entrance we can take.”
Wyatt cranes his neck, checking out the people milling on the sidewalk. “Hmm, I dunno if I need to escape.”
Security motions to the front door. “I can escort you out if you want to do a meet and greet.”
Wyatt mumbles a laugh, shaking his head. “There’s really a crowd? For me?”
I grab onto his forearm. “You really love this?”
He turns to me. “Huh?”
“The fame. You’re into this?”
His eyes sparkle and his lips quirk into an electrified smile. “My dream really happened,” he whispers. “I used to play covers at the school talent show, and now there’s a crowd of people wanting to meet me. How is this real?”
My knees knock together. “You don’t have to go out there, if you don’t want to.”
“Are you kidding?” he beams. “Meeting those girls lit a spark in me. Imagine the boost I’ll get when I go out there.” He gasps and clutches my hand. “What if my memory comes back?”
I shiver at the thought.
His smile wains. “Why don’t you look happy?”
I squeeze his hand. “No, I am. Of course, I want your memory to come back. I’m just scared for you. It could be a shock or jarring for you.”
Wyatt leans in and pecks my cheek. “I’ll be okay, Josie. I promise.”
I swallow hard and nod. “Then don’t leave your fans waiting.”
He shakes out his arms and blows out a breath. “Wish me luck.”
I fake an elated smile. “You don’t need it, superstar.”
He clutches my hand. “You’re coming with me.”
I slip my hand out of his. “I’ll follow behind. They’re here for you, after all.”
He frowns. “You don’t want to come with me?”
I frown back at him. “You know I don’t like crowds.”
He fakes a smile, but not as well as me. “Yeah, of course. Sorry, Josie.”
The security pulls open the front door. “Ready, sir?”
Wyatt nods and moves toward the door. “Ready.”
Seventeen
