Page 67 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
I let out a yelp of surprise when Wyatt opens his arms wide and pulls me into a hug. He is so tall and massive, taller than Puck, and I feel like a child against him.
“It is very good to meet you, little sister,” he whispers against my ear.
“I’m so happy to meet you, too,” I manage to say, voice full of emotion.
I am hesitant at first, but once I bring my arms around him, I squeeze him tight, and I don’t want to let him go. There’s an instant connection between us. We are family, and I can’t express how happy it’s making me.
By the time we separate, there is no dry eye between the four of us adults. The baby in Alison’s arms starts wailing as well.
“I guess she had enough of all this mushy stuff,” Puck declares, breaking the emotional tension.
Wyatt stops me as I try to step away from him. He looks into my eyes, no laughter there.
“I really want to get to know you,” he assures me. “But I need some time with Ali and the kids. “And,” he lifts his chin toward Puck, “I’m sure your man wants some alone time with you right now.”
“Okay…” I am confused. It sounds like they’re about to do something together.
“Once it’s all over,” Wyatt continues, “we’ll talk, okay?”
I give him a watery smile. “Okay.”
He lets go of me and picks up the baby from Alison’s arms. She gives them a couple of shakes and lets out a puff of relief when that happens.
“It’s all settled then,” Wyatt declares. “Let’s disperse.” He then looks again at Puck. “We’re down to thirty minutes. Make them count.”
He winks at me before ushering his small family through the door and back into the bedroom they share. Puck grabs me by the hand and leads me back to where my childhood room is.
“You feel better about it now?” he eyes me knowingly when we’re in.
“A lot,” I nod. “He reminds me a lot of dad,” I confess. “They even look alike in a way, don’t you think?” I whisper.
“Well, I’ve always thought he looked like his brother,” Puck shrugs. “So I don’t know. Does Wreck look like your dad too?”
The way he talks, it’s in a playful manner. He is trying to distract me from something.
“What is happening that Wyatt needs time with Alison, and you need time with me? I ask, trying my hardest not to get worried.
Puck just shrugs, but it’s fake as hell.
“We need to run an errand.”
“In thirty minutes?”
My eyes go to the window. The sky looks dark through the clear glass. I even think I see a shooting star, and I chastise myself for not being prepared to make a wish.
“We need to take care of a few things, babe,” Puck informs me. His voice sounds cold now. He is on a mission.
“Are they related to what happened yesterday?”
I’ve been trying to avoid thinking about it, but the fact that Dylan Knight is in the hospital, in a coma, is hard to ignore. My best friend is pregnant with his baby. I can’t imagine what she’s going through.
“Can I call Becca?” I ask, a small hiccup escaping.
Puck watches me with pity, almost unsure of how to break the bad news to me.
“Not yet, babe. You can talk to her once this is over.”
I wipe the tears now rolling down my cheeks. “Is she okay? And her baby?”
