Page 133 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“And you can get right back to your duet in Ferndale,” Richmond says, driving his point home.
“You and Portia starred in ‘Without You’ together,” Erika explains. “And she had a role in your latest film.”
“It was only a small role,” Portia says. “I’d already wrapped so I could get back to Europe for my music.”
Wyatt winces, turning to look at Erika. “The movie you want me to get back to making?”
Erika beams. “When you’re up to it.”
Portia squeezes Wyatt’s shoulder. “Getting back into the studio with me might feel more like home. Once we finish the song, I can helpyou run lines from the script. It’ll be like old times.”
Lexy squeals with glee. “You’ll be back to your old self in no time, Wyatt.”
Randall checks an alert on his phone, and then says to Erika. “Savanna from the clinic is due soon for an assessment with Wyatt.”
“Okay, that gives us some time to figure out this week’s schedule before going over it with him.” Erika then turns to me. “And we’ll need to get Josie organized if we’re all headed to Ferndale.”
My heart plummets to the pit of my stomach.
All I wanted when I woke up this morning was to go home.
Now, the thought of leaving Wyatt makes me want to puke.
Portia’s wrapped around him. It’s only a matter of moments until I’m completely wiped from his memory.
Randall starts suggesting options for my travel arrangements, but it only makes the blood pump louder in my veins. As it thunders in my ears, I find myself backing away. I mutter something to the effect of, “Needing a minute,” and escape into the hallway.
With a weight on my chest, and oxygen barely getting through, I collapse onto my knees on my bedroom floor. It takes a few moments before my gasps subside and I finally hear a different ringing in my ears.
Through blurry vision, I find my phone lighting up on my bed, a call coming through.
I gulp the need to sob and my trembling hand reaches for the phone.
It’s Mom.
Twenty
My heart constricts and I hit the answer button.
“Hello?”
“Josie.” Her voice is frantic. “I’ve been calling you all morning. What is going on?”
I wipe my eyes dry and notice the dull headache building at the base of my skull. “Huh? I was in a different room. Why are you calling? Aren’t you at work?”
“Precisely. Where everyone is asking me why my daughter is gallivanting with a movie star?”
“Huh?”
I rub my head, shutting my eyes. This isn’t computing.
“Josie, you’re all over the local news. I almost swerved the car intooncoming traffic when the breakfast radio hosts were using your name.”
My fingertips dig into my chest. “What? Why are they talking about me?”
“Because you were walking on Royale Boulevard with Wyatt, surrounded by a mob of people.”
“But, how do they know who I am?”
