Page 198 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
I give him my pinky. “I promise.”
He links his pinky with mine. “Good girl. Where’s Wyatt?”
“He’s on a therapy call. He got his memory back.”
Dad’s mouth falls open. “Fully?”
“He said it’s a bit scrambled, but the pieces are coming back.”
“This is incredible.”
“Hey, what’s that?” Casey’s voice sounds in the living room.
When I’m about to ask her what she means, I hear it.
The distinct sounds of cars parking.
The chatter between numerous people.
I move into the living room with Dad. “Is that coming from outside our house?”
The twins and I move to the front window. Instantly, I jump back with a gasp.
Outside our house, news vans are parking against the curb. Traipsing up our front lawn are reports with microphones, followed by people with camera equipment.
“What the heck?” the twins cry out at the sight.
“What is it?” Mom asks, making her way into the living room. “Daniel, you’re home?”
Dad doesn’t respond, stupefied by the sight beyond the window.
I point at the scene, horrified. “It’s... It’s...”
Mom moves past me, taking in the view. She gasps harder than I did and the knocking of her knees creates an echo. “How did... Why did...”
“Duh, Mom,” Casey says flatly. “They’re here for Wyatt.”
Callum pulls a confused face. “How do they know he’s here?”
The horror quakes through my body and I’m ready to keel over. “Because we were seen together.” I retch. “Oh my gosh, it’s my fault.”
Callum’s lip upturns. “Did you give them our address?”
“Ugh.” Annoyance billows off Casey. “They know who she is after people saw them together in Cherry Beach.”
“This is horrendous,” Mom says, snatching the curtains closed. “They can’t just camp in front of our house, waiting to catch a glimpse of Wyatt.”
Three knocks thunder against our front door, making us all jump inalarm. The four of us huddle together, not daring to make a sound, as Dad creeps toward the front door.
“Don’t answer it!” Mom shrieks.
“Is everything okay?” Wyatt asks, making his way back into the room. “I could hear the noise at the other end of the house.”
I can’t stomach the words. I don’t want him to know what’s beyond the curtain.
Casey breaks away from our group hug. “Reporters are here for you.”
Wyatt recoils. “You’re kidding.”
