Page 20 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
She squeezes my hand. “Please, do all you can. He means so much to us. We need him back.”
“But...” I falter. “He’s still here.” I look up at the building through the window. “He’s right in there.”
Lexy releases my hand, frowning. “Not the old Wyatt.”
Oh boy. Just how much has he changed?
“Thank you so much for coming and helping him.”
I smile. “Of course.”
Lexy exits the car, and before I can catch up to her, a woman in a pale pink blazer and matching pencil skirt darts towards her with her phone angled in her palm.
“Lexy,” the woman calls. “You’re back in town? Can I only imagine this means Wyatt’s getting back in front of the cameras?”
Lexy grins, eyeing the woman’s phone, which displays an audiowave. Wow, she’s recording this. “Harriet, darling, don’t exert yourself. When we have news, we’ll break it.”
“By giving me exclusive access?” Harriet asks overzealously.
Lexy hums a laugh. “Hon, if you keep camping in front of this clinic, who knows what’ll happen.”
Harriet then turns to me and her eyes widen with glee. “And who’s this? Doesn’t exactly fit the mold of one of your PAs.”
“Harriet, what did I say about exerting yourself?” Lexy asks with an air of condescension. “Don’t worry your pretty head with who this attractive young lady is.”
I choke on a breath and my insides flip. Why the heck did Lexy describe me like that?
Harriet licks her lips like she’s spotted easy prey. “Oh, afriendof Wyatt’s?”
Crap.
Would she stop looking at me like that?
Why the heck are we even talking to this woman?
I don’t want to be mentioned in an article for whatever trashy website she works for.
“Sorry, Harriet, we can’t stay out here on the sidewalk all day like some people,” Lexy says, placing a hand on my back. “We’ve got to be going.”
Harriet lets us pass, whispering rapidly into her phone while her eyes stay steely on us.
“Who the heck was that?” I pant as Lexy and I enter the building.
“Just a gossip chaser from Celeb-Eze dot com,” Lexy replies. “She’ll absolutely love digging into the mystery of who you are.”
I let out a nervous squeak. “But I’m nobody.”
Lexy shrugs. “Won’t stop them from keeping Wyatt on the front page. Now, come on. I’ll introduce you to Dr. Fincher before I head downtown.”
Inside The Clearview Clinic, we move through an impressive and sparkling foyer. Lexy takes me to an elevator, and inside she hits the number five button. The top floor of the clinic.
“I had him paged before we left the hotel,” Lexy says when we step out onto the fifth floor. “Oh, there he is.” She snaps her fingers, calling out, “Dr. Fincher, over here.”
A man in blue scrubs and a white coat paces toward us.
“Doc, I know you’re busy, but this is Josie,” Lexy says, gesturing at me. “Wyatt’s school friend.”
“Ah, right, Josie.” Dr. Fincher nods, knowingly. “I’m Wyatt’s neurologist.”
