Page 201 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
My heart drops to the pit of my stomach.
A limo?
As in Circle 8?
Oh my gosh. Erika found us.
Okay, she already had my address and phone number from when she first called me to fly out to Cherry Beach. I just thought she’d give us more time.
My insides clench as the sheriff’s department clears the press from our front lawn and ushers them to their news vans. I can’t help keeping my eyes on the limo, sick at the thought of Erika dragging Wyatt back to Ferndale.
Is there anything I can do to stop her?
As the lawn clears of the violating press, the limousine driver exits the car. He’s a tall and slim, older gentleman. Not exactly the burly type associated with Circle 8. The driver opens the passenger door, and a young man exits.
My heart stops for a millisecond.
It’s Devon.
Thirty
Devon awkwardly waves at me. “Is Wyatt here?”
“You’re... You’re...”
He edges toward me, hand on his chest. “I’m Devon. I was Wyatt’s assistant.”
“I know. We were expecting you.” I gesture at the limo. “How...”
“I’ve borrowed it from the Ashworths.”
My chin drops at the statement.
Devon points at the house. “Can we go inside? I don’t want a repeat of those vans showing up.”
Hurriedly, I beckon him to follow. “Sure. Come on in.”
My dad meets us at the door, sizing up Devon as he lets him follow me inside.
“Devon?” Wyatt utters as we enter the living room. “It’s you.”
Devon stumbles backwards. “You remember me?”
Wyatt rubs the side of his head. “A lot of stuff recently came back to me.”
Devon moves in for a hug. “It’s so good to see you, bro.”
Wyatt yanks him into the hug, patting Devon’s back. “Man, you too.”
The boys pull apart and move further into the living room. Wyatt sits beside me on the couch, and Devon perches on the opposite armrest. Dad stands on the other side of the coffee table, surveying the room.
“I gave the twins ice-cream in the back room,” Mom says, returning to the living room. “It was the only way they’d promise not to race in here.”
“Mom, this is Devon,” I introduce.
“My assistant,” Wyatt is quick to add.
“So,” Dad starts off. “Tell us how you got here, and the little show with the police out there.”
