Page 56 of Strike Zone

“It’s not…” Wyatt drops his head and shakes it slightly. Almost as if he’s talking himself out of saying something. “You know what. Fine. You can come back with me. If that’s what you really want.”

“It is. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. You’re going to have to get your hands dirty this time. No way around it if you’re here for a whole week. I was able to save you this time.”

I look Wyatt over again. He’s in desperate need of a shower. One I wouldn’t be opposed to joining him on. Help him clean all his hard to reach places. No. Just stop. Remember he likes Charlie, I scold myself.

“I can handle anything you throw at me.”

“We’ll see about that. Throwing curveballs is kind of my specialty.” He winks before getting up from the table. “I’m going to go clean up before dinner. Are you good here?” I nod in response and he squeezes my shoulder.

“You need anything, honey?” Faith asks a few minutes later. I’m still feeling Wyatt’s touch on my shoulder, wishing he would come back.

Do I need anything? What I need is a lobotomy if I’m going to keep naked thoughts about Wyatt out of my head.

WYATT & WREN

WYATT

Do you have any allergies?

Willow wants to know.

WREN

No allergies

WYATT

Favorite foods?

WREN

I’m a guest. It’s rude to request a certain menu.

WYATT

Forget I asked.

I told her what you like.

WREN

Did I leave my blue pen at your place?

WYATT

Which one?

You have a lot of pens.

WREN

My favorite one. The one you keep stealing with the polka dots on it.

WYATT

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