Page 173 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
There’s a long pause on the other end, until Devon’s voice shows a shred of happiness. “Wyatt. Oh man, it’s so good to hear your voice.”
“You know who caused my accident?” Wyatt asks, bracing himself.
Devon sighs. “I do.”
Wyatt swallows hard. “Was it you?”
“No.” Devon pauses before adding, “I’ll explain everything. I promise.”
“I live on Hamstead Avenue in Victoria Falls,” I tell Devon. “Number thirty-seven. Come over as soon as you get to town.”
“I will.” Devon replies. “And, Wyatt... It’s really good to hear yourvoice again, brother. See you soon.”
And with that, the line goes dead.
“Holy cow,” Wyatt mutters. “He actually reached out.”
“Jenna actually came through,” I say in wonder.
“You asked her to find him?”
“She didn’t believe Devon could hurt you,” I reply. “Even Portia didn’t believe it. You saw her face back at the hotel. It pained her to talk badly about Devon.”
Wyatt rolls his eyes. “That girl can fake anything.”
When the car pulls up on the tarmac, I’m quick to leave the car. I dart around to Wyatt’s side, knowing he can’t move at a hurried pace like me.
Perhaps he got an extra dose of adrenaline after the events we went through. Wyatt bolts toward the Circle 8 Learjet, leaving me in his dust.
He turns around, laughing. “Come on, Josie. Don’t you want to go home?”
“I was trying to be slow for you. I didn’t think you’d ditch me.”
“I’ll carry you up the stairs if you want.”
“Despite how Disney-romantic that sounds, I’ll have to say no. You’re gonna have to do extra physical therapy after sprinting across the tarmac.”
With a lightened mood, we board the plane and are greeted by Claire.
“Oh, Mr. Hayes,” Claire says, startled. “You’re back?”
Wyatt nods. “I’m going to Victoria Falls with Josie.”
“Okay, I’ll update the manifest,” Claire replies. “Anyone else joining us?”
“No,” Wyatt and I are quick to respond.
Claire jerks from our abrupt reply, and swiftly composes herself. “Not a problem. Please, make yourselves comfortable, and we’ll get ready to take off.”
Wyatt and I take our seats, and while the driver brings our belongings onto the plane, I take the time to call my mom with an update. The pilot comes out to speak with Wyatt, and I frantically tap on my armrest, hoping Mom answers before I need to set my phone to flight mode.
The dial tone stops and I’m quick to blurt, “Mom?”
A gasp whooshes through the phone. “Josie, what’s happened?”
“Mom, don’t panic,” I rush. “I just want you to know I’m on the plane to come home.”
She cheers. “Oh, yay! I’m so thrilled.”
