Page 146 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Have I not been obvious enough with my feelings?”
I squeal and peck his lips. “I am really looking forward to going home. But once it hit me that I’d be apart from you, I was really dreading going on that plane.”
Wyatt grins. “So, you’ll come to Ferndale?”
“It’s just delaying the heartache, but yes. I’d love to.”
Wyatt cheers. “Yes.” He then backtracks. “I’m going to tell Randall.”
“Now?”
“Yeah, then we don’t have to worry about seeing them again until eight in the morning.”
I send him a wink. “Good luck.”
Twenty-Two
After promptly telling Erika—through Randall—that he refuses to work if I don’t go home via Ferndale, Wyatt then walks me out of the restaurant, his security waiting idly by.
Before I can ask him how he felt about the confrontation, we’re interrupted by a voice.
“Wyatt?”
We both turn toward the voice and spot his mother hurrying our way with large shopping bags in each hand.
“Here we go.” Wyatt grunts and then rubs my upper arm. “Just wait here while I take care of this.”
My gut tells me not to leave him. “Are you sure?”
Wyatt steps forward, only leaving a few feet between us. He huffs and foldshis arms. “Hi, Mom. Have you been hitting up the boutiques?”
She places the bags by her high heels and brushes her bangs to the side. “Just a little retail therapy to clear the mind.” She leans in towards Wyatt, motioning for a hug. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Wyatt grimaces, pulling away.
Mrs. Hayes flinches, pulling back. “Sweetie? Are you okay?”
He glares at her. “Am I okay?”
His mother sighs, her eyes turning glassy. “Look, I’ve been wanting to see you since the ugliness the other day. We’re just scared for you, Wyatt.” She holds her middle and her expression is tight. “Tensions got high and your dad and I lost our cools.”
I stare at her, too dumbfounded to blink.
“We don’t need to talk about this,” Wyatt says, taking a step back. “I hope you enjoyed your shopping trip. It’ll be your last one on my dime.”
Her mother chokes on air, confused by his words. “Huh? What was that?”
“Mom, you and I don’t have a re-relationship,” Wyatt says firmly. “Stop acting like you care. You just want to be cl-close to me for the cash.”
Her mother stomps her foot and bundles up her fists. “That’s not true!”
“There’s no point arguing about this,” Wyatt says, turning away. “I’ve already got everything in mm-motion.”
Mrs. Hayes grabs her son’s shoulder. “Wyatt, don’t do this. Don’t turn your back on your family. Ugh, this team. They controlled so much of your life before the accident. Now it’s worse. You’re in a much more vulnerable state.”
Wyatt shuts his eyes, wincing as keeps his face turned from her. “Just stop.”
Mrs. Hayes squeezes his shoulder tighter. “Your dad and I don’twant them taking advantage of you.”
