Page 141 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Oh, Josie, you’re here already?” Portia asks, checking the time on her phone. “Seems a little soon to be finished with a treatment.”
“Uhhh,” I draw out the sound as I glance at Jenna.
Portia looks at Jenna. “You said you took her to the spa.”
Jenna’s mouth opens, mind whirring to come up with an answer.
It then dawns on me Jenna told Portia what she wanted to hear. Plus, Jenna did spill a lot of info up in the penthouse. I’m sure she’s using the spa as a cover for spending so much time with me.
“Sorry, I had to bail on the spa,” I blurt, lifting my phone. “My mom calledand it was a super important conversation. I didn’t want anyone waiting around for me.”
“Oh.” Portia pouts. “What a shame. Well, you can still go. It’s a standing appointment.”
I wave a hand. “No, it’s fine. Really.”
Portia shrugs. “Suit yourself. I just thought you might enjoy it as a last treat before you go home.”
I double take at her. “Home?”
She nods. “We’re all headed back to Ferndale, and I overheard Erika telling Randall to arrange your flight home.”
My heart sinks. “Oh, they’ve done it already.”
Portia’s eyes round and her tan slightly pales. “You did know, didn’t you?”
I fake a smile. “Yeah, I’m prepared to go home. Just, leaving Wyatt, it doesn’t make things any easier.”
Portia sighs. “I hear that. Every moment I was overseas was like agony. I just wished someone had told me he was okay.”
I watch the genuine agony in her eyes. “That’s really rough. I can’t believe they kept you in the dark for publicity’s sake.”
Portia pats dry the corner of her eye. “It’s fine. It’s the business we’re in.”
My emotions bubble up, watching her turn on a brave face. “You still have feelings though.”
Richmond walks up behind Portia, landing a hand on her shoulder. “There’s my hard worker,” he boasts. “You’ll never find a more dedicated popstar than Portia. I wish all our talent cared as much about their careers as she does.”
Portia pushes for a smile. “Thanks, Richmond.”
“Uh, hi, Josie,” Randall says, stepping up beside me. “We weren’t expecting you.”
“Umm, yeah.” I clear my throat awkwardly as I turn to him andErika. “Just had a feeling you guys would be down here. Hope that’s okay.”
“It’s fine,” Erika says plainly. “We’ve wrapped up most of the details we needed to go over. Why don’t you have a bite to eat? We’re happy to still treat you while you’re with us.”
I gulp. “It’s my last day with you all, isn’t it?”
Portia motions to Jenna, and they take their cue to return to the table. I watch them from the corner of my eye. Portia takes the seat next to Wyatt.
It wasn’t for me.
I seriously need to get a clue.
“So, Wyatt has agreed to go back to Ferndale to work on his music,” Erika says, swirling a glass of mineral water with three slices of lemon. “You really have helped us out with him. We can’t thank you enough.”
“We booked you a commercial flight home,” Randall says, “and I thought a first class seat might show you how much we appreciate you.”
I puff out a breath, my airway constricted from emotional whiplash. “Oh, umm, yep. Thank you so much.”
