Page 156 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
Wyatt clears his throat, shifting his stance. “Is that what me and my assistant were like?”
Portia’s eyes turn into saucers, and I peek at Jenna and find her squirming.
Portia places a hand on Wyatt’s upper arm. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. He’s out of your life.”
“But we were close, weren’t we?”
Portia swallows hard, glancing again at Jenna, and then back at Wyatt as she takes her hand off him. “Yes, you were. Like brothers.”
“Then why...”
She cuts him off. “That’s what makes the whole thing so tragic.”
Wyatt folds his arms, looking down at the floor as he nods his understanding.
The elevator doors ping open at the parking garage, and security walks us toward the black SUVs, which are waiting in a line.
Wyatt and Portia leave first, and I take my opportunity to clutch Jenna’s wrist and tug her backwards.
She stumbles on her footing, turning to face me. “Josie? What’s wrong?”
“You know what’s wrong?” I whisper. “Wyatt wants to know about Devon. I saw Portia falter. Deep down, she knows Devon couldn’t hurt Wyatt.”
“Don’t put words in Portia’s mouth.”
“You need to help us find him. He’s the only one who has the answers.”
“I can’t.”
“I just need a phone number. You don’t have to contact him.”
“Ialready told you, his phone is disconnected. Blocked, gone,finito.”
“There has to be some way to trace him. Where would we find him in Ferndale?”
“Look, I can’t go there.”
“Where?” My heart pulsates with hope. “Tell me where we can find him.”
Jenna slips her wrist out of my grip. “I can’t do this, Josie. You need to drop it.”
As she dashes away, a pit grows wider in my stomach.
Something is definitely up.
Yesterday, she divulged so much information about Wyatt and Devon’s working friendship.
What’s changed?
Did someone get to her?
Did Portia warn her not to talk to me about Devon?
Or was it someone else? Someone from management?
“Josie?” Wyatt calls from the open car door.
I hurry across the concrete landing to meet him. “Coming!”
