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“It was just a suggestion,” Mom rushes. “Something for you to think about.”
Wyatt nods. “I will.”
“We’re just concerned, that’s all,” Dad says softly. “We want to help you make things better.”
Wyatt forces a smile. “Thanks.”
I finally take a breath. “Can we drop this now?”
Dad leans back and shares a look with Mom. “Sure. Sounds like it’s time for pie.”
Mom gets up from the table at the same time as Dad. “Yes. We picked up a lovely key lime pie when we heard you were coming home.It’s vegan.”
“That’s awesome, Mrs. Bartlett.”
When Mom and Dad leave for the kitchen, I reach a hand across the table and latch onto Wyatt. “I’m so sorry they put you on the spot like that.”
“It’s fine. They were only trying to help.”
“But like you said, they don’t know the real situation.”
“But they care. That’s all that really matters.”
“I’ll make them back off, if you want.”
Wyatt lifts my hand and kisses it. “No. I like them just how they are.”
Casey and Callum race back into the dining room.
“You get to read to us in person tonight,” Callum cheers.
“You better have something amazing prepared for us,” Casey says with an eager grin.
Wyatt smiles at me. “You do bedtime stories?”
“They’re my critics,” I reply. “They’re first to hear all the stories I write.”
“Oh, I’m jealous,” Wyatt says.
Callum loops an arm around Wyatt. “You can come upstairs and listen to the story too.”
“Thanks, little man.”
Casey huffs, folding her arms. “As long as you don’t talk through it.”
Wyatt laughs and draws an X over his heart. “I promise I won’t.”
Twenty-Eight
Just like the night before I flew to Cherry Beach, I lied in my bed overnight, barely sleeping a wink.
Wyatt’s in my house.
Wyatt is back in our hometown.
Amidst the excitement, there was still loads of cringe. I stared at the shadowy posters on my walls, mortified that Wyatt has seen my extreme level of obsession over him.
I came downstairs for breakfast in jeans and a T-shirt, and Mom turned me back around. Despite my complaining about how unfair she was being, she maintained her argument. I’ve missed four days of school, and she’s not letting me miss a fifth.
