Page 71 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“You don’t. You have a tutor,” Randall replies.
Wyatt turns to me with a smile. “See. We can share a tutor.”
I giggle at his optimism. “I don’t think it’s that simple.”
“I know, but we can work something out. Your family just needs to give us more time.”
I nod. “Maybe they’ll let me stay a week?”
Wyatt pecks my cheek. “Maybe a month.”
“Let me just work out some logistics,” Erika says, tapping on her phone, “Then I’ll call Mr. and Mrs. Bartlett.”
“Whatever,” Wyatt mutters. He pans around the room, and out the corner of his mouth, asks, “Do you think there’ll always be this many people in this room?”
“I’m sure they’re just here until you settle in.” Can he tell my fingers are crossed?
Lexy notices Wyatt staring, and she smiles brightly. “Anything I can do for you, superstar?”
“There’s a lot of people here,” Wyatt remarks. “Where’s Devon?”
Lexy, Erika, and their respective assistants all freeze. Gradually, they exchange puzzled yet alarmed looks.
Wyatt shifts uncomfortably. “Dang. Did I mess up a name again?”
“Wyatt,” Erika says in a low tone. “Why do you know that name?”
Wyatt looks at me and then back at Erika. “He’s my assistant. Isn’the?”
“Wyatt,” Lexy says, trepidation dripping off each syllable. “Umm, we... He...”
Randall’s face pales. “Do you remember Devon?”
“No,” Wyatt replies. “Josie told me about him.”
Every eye zeroes in on me, burning me with a blazing heat.
“What?” Wyatt drags out the word. “What is it?”
Erika sucks in a breath, edging her way closer to him. “Wyatt, honey, we had to let Devon go.”
Wyatt shifts beside me. “Umm, okay?”
Lexy steps in. “He was with you when you had your accident. He’s the reason you were in the hospital.”
My hand rushes to my mouth as a gasp wooshes out.
“He...” Wyatt closes his eyes, shaking his head. “He hurt me?”
“We didn’t want to bring it up and trigger you,” Erika says. “We were hoping to keep him from you while you were recovering.”
I can’t help noticing the dig when Erika’s eyes flash in my direction. I lower my hand and utter, “I had no idea.”
“Why would you,” Lexy replies. “We were keeping it on the down-low.”
I clasp Wyatt’s hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...”
“Don’t be, be sorry. I don’t re-remember him.”
