Page 68 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
The convoy of SUVs pull into the rear parking garage of the Gran Palacio Hotel. Driving down the ramps into the basement subfloors of the hotel, the anticipation jitters through Wyatt.
I rub his hoodie covered arm. “You’ll love it here.”
“I’m nervous. Don’t I have to act a certain way to belong here?”
I nudge him, giddy. “You already belong.”
His eyes grow starry and the car slows near a series of elevators.
“Your stop, Mr. Hayes,” the driver says, exiting the car.
He moves to Wyatt’s door, opening it for him. By the time Wyatt carefully slips out of the car, Erika and Randall rush to his side, wheelchair ready.
“Seriously?” Wyatt grumbles.
“Your physical therapist said so,” Erika says matter-of-factly.
I move around the car, and Randall moves out of the way so I can get closer to Wyatt. Lexy and Thea move into the elevator first, then Wyatt and I, followed by Erika, Randall, and security. It’s a tight fight, which sends my anxiety sky high.
Seeming to sense my distress, Wyatt reaches up and caresses my hand. I melt from his touch, and soon, the elevator pings open to the top floor.
“He doesn’t have to check-in?” I ask.
“Already taken care of,” Randall replies.
We move out of the elevator and directly into the penthouse. Randall tells us, only those with the penthouse passkey can enter this floor. Wyatt gives me an uncertain look, which I immediately understand. Any of these people could barge into his suite any time they want.
I wonder if the security team will protect Wyatt’s sanity at the hotel as much as they did at the clinic.
“Soooo,” Wyatt drags out the word, rolling his wheelchair further into the suite. “This is all mine?”
To use the word opulent would be an understatement. With its elevated position and panoramic windows, this would be one of the most coveted spaces in all of Cherry Beach. The fact we’re the only people on this floor screams privacy, which I hope puts Wyatt at ease after seeing that mob with their camera flashes.
We wander through the expansive layout, perfect for Wyatt to maneuver through with the wheelchair. He pulls himself up to standing near a sectional couch, using the back to hold onto.
“Wyatt?” Randall pipes up, edging close with a hospital grade walking cane.
Wyatt waves it off, still taking in the suite. Not only is the suiteendless, the high ceilings accentuate the spaciousness with airy ambiance. Erika boasts about the multiple bedrooms, bathrooms, and living areas as she strides around the epic space.
“But you said my parents aren’t here?” Wyatt questions. “Why do I have so many bedrooms if it’s just me?”
Erika grins. “Because you’re a star, Wyatt.”
At that, Wyatt plonks down on the wheelchair, the overwhelm clear on his face.
“You haven’t even seen the best part yet,” Lexy says, striding over to a set of sliding doors.
In my suite, the sliding doors lead onto a balcony. Here, they showcase an impressive rooftop terrace, highlighting an infinity pool.
“Whoa.” I gasp. “This place sure kicks butt compared to my room.”
“Good morning, Mr. Hayes,” an older gentleman, in a suit that includes a bow-tie and jacket with tails, says, entering the living space. “My name is Hubert, and I’m the butler for the Gran Palacio Hotel penthouse suite. Anything you need, do not hesitate to ask me to provide it.”
Wyatt’s eyebrows lift, head moments from spinning. “Ah, hi... Thanks, I guess.”
Hubert nods. “May I get you anything? Coffee, juice, a brunch platter?”
Wyatt shakes his head, having trouble taking it all in. “Nah, ah, nope. I’m good.” Wyatt looks between Erika and Lexy. “Where are my parents?”
