Page 65 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“I know. I won’t.”
Savanna gives me a knowing look. “Can I trust you to keep an eye on him?”
I nod. “I won’t take my eyes off him.”
Savanna grins. “Excellent.”
“Wyatt.” Erika strides into the room with Randall on her tail. “The cars are waiting downstairs. Are you ready to go?”
Wyatt slides off the bed, gingerly stepping across to the wheelchair in his white sneakers. “Let’s do this.”
“Easy, champ,” Savanna says, watching his movements. “You got this.”
He sits in the wheelchair, giving Savanna a questioning stare. “I really think I can walk out of here.”
“Not happening,” Savanna says, tapping the brakes. “If anything, I’d like you to stay in the chair until you get into your suite.”
Wyatt clicks his tongue. “Ugh. You’re changing the rules.”
“Is that the best thing for him to do?” Erika asks Savanna. “We’ll make sure he stays in the wheelchair if it helps him improve quicker.”
“It just saves any mishaps,” Savanna replies. “You never know when there’s a spill on those tiled floors, or something else that could trip him up.”
Erika gestures at Randall. “Got that. Wyatt’s in the wheelchair until he’s in the penthouse.” She glances sideways at Savanna. “And what about when he’s in the suite?”
“He should be fine,” Savanna says optimistically. “He’s been getting around this room without a walking aide.”
“Uh, I don’t...” Wyatt stops himself, slumping in the wheelchair with a sigh. “Never mind. Let’s get outta here.”
I step toward him, to ask if he’s okay, but Erika gets between us.
“Randall.” She snaps her fingers. “Help Wyatt to the elevator.”
Wyatt lifts a hand, leaning away as Randall moves in. “I got it.”
Randall gets behind the wheelchair and turns it toward the doorway. “It’s no problem, Mr. Hayes. We’re eager to get you out of here and back to your normal life.”
Wyatt stretches out an arm. “Josie?”
I rush to his side. “I’m here.”
Wyatt waves off Randall. “I have her.”
Randall glances at Erika and shrugs, stepping away from the wheelchair.
Wyatt smiles up at me. “Having you by my side is the only thing that feels normal.”
Sparks burst inside my chest. “Let’s get you outta here.”
Erika and Randall march ahead of us, and along with security, we move into the hallway.
Wyatt looks around the hospital floor. “Where are my parents? I haven’t seen them all morning.”
“We thought it was best that they wait for you at the hotel,” Erika says, tapping the elevator button. “You didn’t need any unnecessary distractions this morning.”
As I stand behind the wheelchair, I watch Wyatt flinch as much as I do.
Unnecessary? Distraction?
