Page 172 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
The voice grows quiet. “I’m... I’m looking for Wyatt.”
I blankly move into the backseat, trying to work out whose voice this is. The driver gets back into his seat, and Wyatt tells him to take us back to the Learjet.
Wyatt then turns to me, mouthing, “Who is it?”
I bite my lip before asking, “Who is this?”
“It’s... It’s...”
He’s hesitant to reveal his identity, which makes my heart surge more adrenaline through my body. “Devon?”
Wyatt stares at me in shock as the voice on the line continues to fumble.
Traffic wooshes past us, but at this moment, it may as well all be in slow-motion.
Finally, he clears his throat and answers, “Yeah, it’s Devon. Who is this?”
“Josie,” I blurt. “I’m with Wyatt. Where are you?”
“I can’t tell you. Jenna has reached out to me and...”
“Jenna?” I cut him off. “She told me she couldn’t contact you.”
“It’s not important right now. I need to explain what happened to Wyatt.”
“Where have you been?” My palm sweats against the phone. “He’s needed answers for weeks, and you bailed on him.”
“Can I talk to him?”
I take in Wyatt, who’s turning a pale tinge of green, and lower thephone. “Do you want to talk to him?”
“I...” He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t know where to start.”
I gesture with the phone and suggest, “Speakerphone?”
When Wyatt shrugs, I hit the speaker button, and say, “Okay, Wyatt’s here.”
“Wyatt?” Devon asks.
Wyatt opens his mouth, but his words don’t budge.
After a few moments of silence, I ask, “Can you let us know what happened?”
“Can I meet you guys somewhere in private?” Devon asks. “I can explain everything. I just want to do it somewhere secure.”
“We’re about to get on a flight to Victoria Falls. Why don’t you meet us at the airport?”
“No. No way. I can’t have Circle 8 knowing where I am. Look, I’ll meet you guys there.”
“In Victoria Falls?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s a long drive. Over twelve hours by car.”
“Just wait for me, okay? It’s important.”
Wyatt gulps, and leans closer to the phone. “We will.”
