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Dropping back on the bed, he slammed his fist down on the mattress and stared at the ceiling. “I don’t know what to do. If anyone’s listening, I sure could use some help.”
Wyatt sure hoped someone was listening because he needed a heaping dose of help, and now. His world was getting more and more confusing. His problems were turning into round holes, and all he had were square pegs. If something didn’t find a way to fit and soon, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do.
Chapter 9
“Go away, Wyatt!” Gabby yelled through her bedroom door as she leaned against it. What right did he have to question who she spent time with?
“It’s Carrie Anne.”
Could she have just one break? Just one where she wasn’t feeling like a ship being thrown against rocks. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Yeah, you do,” Carrie Anne said softly. “My brother has a brain the size of a walnut, and it’s half-cracked.”
After crossing the room, Gabby crawled onto her bed and curled her legs under her. “No, I don’t.”
Carrie Anne entered the room and sat beside Gabby on the bed. “He was jealous.”
Of course, Gabby’s heart wanted to believe that. He’d sure looked jealous. He’d been red-faced when she stormed away, but her head knew the score. She’d learned long ago that reading into Wyatt’s actions or words often led to disappointment.
“He was caught off guard. He knows good and well that Bandit and I aren’t an item. I love the guy, but there’s no spark there at all. Believe me, I wish there was.” Gabby grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her.
“I understand not wanting to get your hopes up, but he was absolutely beside himself. He wasnotokay with the idea that you and Bandit might be together.” Carrie Anne paused and chewed her lip.
It was a Carrie Anne tell. That look was the one she made when she’d done something she shouldn’t have. “What? What did you do?”
The silence stretched until Gabby couldn’t stand it. “Carrie Anne, what did you do?”
“I told Wyatt you liked him.”
Gabby’s lips parted in a gasp. “You didn’t.”
Nodding, Carrie Anne winced. “He needed to know. I love my brother, but that boy could wave a red flag in front of a bull and wonder why it charged him. He’s not dumb, just wholly and completely clueless.”
A laugh popped out of Gabby. It was true. Wyatt was adorably goofy sometimes. Not that he was trying to be. He just…sometimes, he could hit a tree and wonder how that forest got there. “Okay, so you might be right about that.”
“Gabby, I love you, and I love Wyatt. I know somewhere in that brain of his, the net is just waiting to catch a clue. He just needs…a little help getting there. So, I have an idea.”
Squeezing her eyes shut, Gabby’s stomach somersaulted. “Oh no.” She opened her eyes. “No ideas. I mean…you had an idea to spy on Hank Clines because you thought he stole your Barbie Jeep. We both ended up with a broken arm because the tree branch broke.”
Carrie Anne gasped. “That wasn’t my fault! You ate all those cookies!”
Leveling her eyes at Carrie Anne, she said, “We both got poison ivy when you decided it would be a great idea to get a picture of the huge black bear when we went camping in Colorado.”
Carrie Anne scoffed. “I swear it was a bear.”
“It was a rabbit.”
Shaking her head, Carrie Anne shrugged. “We were going into high school. I needed a good picture to get on the newspaper team with you. So, technically, that was your fault.”
“It was not!” Gabby sighed and shook her head. “My point is that you have ideas and they usually end up with us in pain.” She could only imagine the pain she’d be in if Carrie Anne’s idea included Wyatt.
“It’ll work. I know it will.”
Gabby rolled her eyes. “You’re not going to quit until you get it out, are you?”
Shaking her head, Carrie Anne grinned. “Nope.”
“Fine. What’s your idea?”
