Page 148 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“I just need to move on from them. Maybe, with a little distance, we can work things out in the future. But I can’t be around them when they’re so fixated on me working and providing for them.”
I suck in a breath as an ugly thought strikes me.
Wyatt jolts. “What is it?”
I glance at the two security guards. They’re standing tall and facing the closed elevator doors as we ascend the floors.
“Joze?”
“What if...” I whisper. “Umm. Your parents... Umm. The accident. What if...”
“They’re somehow involved?”
I gulp. “Yeah.”
“I don’t know,” he whispers. “There’s something deep in my gut, te-telling me to keep a barrier between me and them.”
“So, you feel good about signing the papers?”
He nods, holding me closer. “Yeah. It was the right thing to do.”
When we get to our floor, and move into the living room, I tell him, “Portia said something back there when you were talking with your mother.”
“Yeah?” He flops on the couch. “What’s that?”
“She said you never wanted to sign the papers.”
Wyatt grabs a throw pillow, hugging it against him. “Huh?”
I curl up beside him. “She said she saw the team ask you to sign the papers over the past year, but you didn’t want to.”
Wyatt shrugs. “Yeah, and I didn’t want to now.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t want to divide my family. I want ev-everything back to normal. But it’s never going to happen. Th-this was my only option.”
I sit back, mulling over his words.
Wyatt grunts, rubbing the side of his head. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” He looks over the backrest of the couch. “Hubert?”
Hubert enters the living area. “Yes, Mr. Hayes?”
“Can you get my pills for me?”
“Right away, sir.”
I massage the side of his head for him. “I wish these headaches would go away.”
“Once I get my life back on track, I’m sure they will.” He takes my hand and kisses my palm. “Getting you back in my life is the best thing I’ve done.”
“Do you still feel that way after meeting the fabulous Portia?”
His eyebrow crooks. “Are you trying to compare her to you? No competition, babe. You’ve got her beat on every level.”
I giggle, taking his throw pillow and bonking him on the head. “You goof.”
“Hey.” He ducks away. “Guy with a brain injury here.”
