Page 47 of The Best Friend's Billionaire Brother
“Is it a migraine?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe?”
Without looking up from her clipboard, the baker read the notes back for confirmation.
“Right,” Gabby said.
“Okay,” the baker said, again writing on her notepad. “And when she called, she said the cake would need to be delivered by two in the afternoon on New Year’s Eve. Is that still correct?”
Wyatt nodded. “Yep, that’s still the plan.”
“Okay, we’ll get working on this.” Smiling, she shook Gabby’s hand and then Wyatt’s. “See you on New Year’s Eve.”
Gabby stood, picking up her purse and shouldering it. “Thank you.”
“Yes, thank you,” Wyatt said and stood. “This was great.”
They walked to the door, and his hand came to rest on the small of Gabby’s back. “Have you got anything for your headache?” he asked.
The bell ringing above the door may as well have been a gong. “I’ve got some motion sickness stuff. I think I’m going to take that. It usually makes me drowsy. Maybe a little nap will help.”
He kept his hand on her back, guiding her to the truck and then helping her get in. “Do you want me to get you something else to drink?”
“No, it probably doesn’t taste great now that all the ice is melted, but the drink from earlier should be fine.”
“You sure?” he asked, cupping her cheek. “I’ll get you whatever you need.”
This was the exact reason she loved him. He was always tender, sweet, and caring. He did it without even thinking about it. “I’m sure.”
He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Okay. But if anything changes, you tell me.”
“I will.”
Giving her one last look, he paused and then shut the door before jogging around the front and getting in. He started the truck just as she’d finished fishing her medicine out of her purse. She tossed them back with a long draw of her drink and hoped they’d kick in sooner rather than later. Laying her head back, she closed her eyes and hoped she’d feel better by the time they got home.
Chapter 19
It had been about an hour since Gabby had fallen asleep. She’d just started to doze when Wyatt convinced her to lie down and use his leg as a pillow. At the time, he thought he was just being practical, but now he realized he’d just wanted her closer.
Just as he glanced down, she mumbled something in her sleep and draped her arm across his lap. He slid his fingers through her silky soft hair, pushing it back from her face. Something he wouldn’t be able to do if her relationship with Bandit got serious, or more serious.
The idea bothered Wyatt. He couldn’t be the only one who felt Bandit wasn’t right for Gabby. Although, it didn’t seem to bother her. She hung all over him. Anytime Wyatt saw them together, it was always her making the move. At times, it almost felt as though Bandit was an unwilling participant, which didn’t sit right with Wyatt. Either a man wanted a woman or he didn’t. You didn’t string someone along. It wasn’t honorable to do that.
Of course, the same could be said for him and his relationship with Lori. But that wasn’t him doing the leaving and coming back. It was always Lori dumping him and then coming back. He was still angry with himself that he’d done that so many times. It shouldn’t have taken her cheating on him to realize he didn’t want to be with her.
At least it had ended, but he’d grown increasingly lonely. Maybe that was why he’d taken her back each time. He’d hated being all alone, and at the time, it was better to have a warm body than an empty space.
“What’s got you thinking so deeply?” Gabby asked.
Wyatt jumped a little, and the truck slightly swerved. “Gracious, woman. Give a man a heart attack!”
She sat up and giggled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I’m not scared. Just surprised.”
“Right.”
He glanced at her and rolled his eyes. “Are you feeling better?”
