Page 124 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Hello, hello,” Lexy’s voice calls out from the living-dining area.
Wyatt rolls his eyes and groans.
“Wyatt?” Erika’s voice calls out. “Are you up, hon?”
He then pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Great. They’re both here.”
I clasp his hand. “I can tell them you’re in bed with a headache if you don’t want to see them.”
Wyatt gives me a weak smile. “No, it’s okay. I’ll get it over with so they leave sooner.” He lifts my hand and kisses the back of it. “Then the sooner we can go on another date.”
I try for a smile, but end up with a weird quirk at the corners of my mouth.
I hate that the word date now conjures up images of crowds encircling us.
“Wyatt?” Lexy calls out again.
“Ugh.” Wyatt groans and tugs on my hand. “C’mon, let’s get out there.”
“Can’t we say I have a headache?” I half-joke as I trudge behind him.
Wyatt mumbles a laugh. “No. You’re my safety net. I need you beside me.”
“You did just fine yesterday when I bailed from being by your side.”
“You mean with the crowd?”
“Yeah. Wouldn’t you say you were in your element?”
“Oh my gosh, Wyatt!” Lexy cheers, throwing her hands into the air triumphantly as we enter the open-plan space. “I can’t believe you did a public meet and greet without your publicist.”
Wyatt stops dead with concern coloring his face. “Sorry? Was that wrong?”
Lexy giggles ecstatically. “No, hon. You did fantastically. You’re blowing up online.”
There goes my stomach again.
Wyatt squeezes my clammy hand. “Blowing up? That’s good?”
Erika grins. “You did better than we could have hoped. With all the difficulties and setbacks you’ve had to deal with, we didn’t know if you’d be able to interact with fans again.”
Wyatt shrugs. “It felt right.”
Lexy squeals in delight. “Ah, I’m so thrilled. We now have so many options to get you back in front of your fanbase. If you can do this well without our help, you’ll be magnificent when we move forward with a strategic approach.”
Wyatt stumbles on his footing. “Wh-what does that mean?”
Randall steps in from the side with Wyatt’s walking aide, which he reluctantly accepts.
Erika beckons Wyatt closer. “Take a seat, Wyatt. Let’s chat about this.”
Wyatt creeps toward the dining table, which is covered with tiered platters of breakfast items. As he carefully takes a seat, he finds me over his shoulder, and I take my cue to sit beside him.
“Wyatt,” Lexy begins, sitting across from him at the table. “You’ve been trending online since your accident. There’s been loads of speculation as to what happened and what treatment you were undergoing.”
Wyatt sits back, wincing. “Yeah, people were asking me yesterday if it was true I had memory loss.”
“We tried to keep it under wraps,” Erika says, “but these things inevitably get out when you’re on so many people’s radars.”
