Page 154 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
I look over my shoulder. “Oh gosh. Yeah, there’s all that stuff in the last bedroom.”
“Not our problem.” Wyatt shrugs. “I just care about the guitar.”
Hubert nods. “I’ll ensure the guitar and all other property is taken down to the cars with Miss Bartlett’s luggage, sir.”
“Thanks, Hubert,” Wyatt replies, “for everything.”
“It was a pleasure,” Hubert says. “Hope to see you again at the Gran Palacio Hotel.”
Wyatt pulls his phone from his pocket. “It’s a text from Portia.” He squints at the screen. “It says, uhh...”
I deadpan at him. “Where are your glasses?”
Wyatt grunts and backtrack to his bedroom. I follow him and he snatches the glasses off the nightstand. He fixes them on his face, and checks the screen again.
“Oh,” he says with a nod. “It says to meet on her floor. That’s just one level down, right?”
“Right. It’s the floor I used to be on.”
“Good to know they gave you the second best room in the place,” Wyatt says, pocketing the phone.
“I’m guessing I would’ve moved if I were still down there when Portia arrived.”
Wyatt winks behind his frames. “I wouldn’t have let them downgrade you.”
I gesture to his pocket. “Aren’t you gonna reply to her.”
He bats a hand. “We’ll see them downstairs in two minutes.”
I take a breath for bravery. “Okay, so we’re leaving.”
Wyatt takes my hand. “I’m so glad you’re going with me. The thought of going to where I supposedly live makes me sweat.”
I squeeze his hand. “You didn’t stay up all night thinking about it, did you?”
“Thankfully, the sleep aid knocked me out. I’m sure I would have st-stayed st-stressing all night otherwise.”
Wyatt hands me his glasses, and I place them in their case and slip them into the strappy bag Marsha at the boutique talked me into getting. just in case, I also get Wyatt’s current pill bottle and sit them inside. Wyatt really needs extra relief during the flight. With Hubert organizing the arrival of our luggage, Wyatt and I take the elevator a level down to meet the others. I can only imagine it’ll be a tight squeeze when we already have security riding with us.
When the elevator doors ping open, we’re hit with a wall of noise. Besides the wall-hugging security, Erika, Randall, Richmond, Lexy, and Thea buzz in the hallway around Portia.
Jenna stands off to the side, holding a tray of to-go coffee cups. She brightens with a smile at the sight of us and we leave the elevator to join her.
“I did a coffee run,” Jenna says, gesturing with the tray of cups. “I still have your order memorized, Wyatt. Oh, and Josie, I didn’t know how you take your coffee, so I got you the same as Wyatt. Hope that’s okay.”
“Uh,” I falter. “Yeah, of course. Thank you.”
I glance at Wyatt, who squints like he’s solving a riddle. “You got me a coffee?”
Jenna takes a cup from its cardboard holder. “Sure did. Your caramel mocha on almond milk.”
Wyatt shrugs, taking the cup. “Doesn’t sound too bad.”
Jenna tilts her head, eyes widening. “You didn’t remember your order?”
Wyatt puffs a laugh. “I don’t remember ever drinking coffee.”
Jenna’s chin drops. “Oh... Well, I hope you like it.”
