Page 23 of Fear of Falling

“Wyatt it’s fine, really.”

He eyed my hand on his before looking back up at me and I felt my heart flutter.

“I knew the moment we stepped out they would recognize you and make things even more hectic. You didn’t need that. So don’t apologize.”

“Still, I’m not the type to run from things. I’ve felt bad making you deal with it all.”

“Well, I appreciate it.” And I did. It’s not every day a guy will apologize, so Wyatt doing so meant a lot. “Not to burst your bubble but they seemed a bit more concerned about me. You weren’t even mentioned.”

“Well, yeah, Batman doesn’t like to get all the credit. Gotta let others have the spotlight sometimes.”

I kept my face neutral as I nodded. “That’s really nice of Batman. So selfless.”

“He does what he can,” Wyatt shrugged. We stared at one another for a second before we erupted in laughter.

At that moment Rick’s voice boomed beside us. I pulled my hand back from Wyatt’s and glanced up. The sight of the food in Rick’s hands made my stomach growl.

“Here you two kids go.” Rick placed the two burgers in front of us. “Enjoy.”

I barely heard him as I gazed at the burger he placed before me. There was no hesitation as I grabbed it in both hands and took a huge bite. As Wyatt chuckled, I slowly glanced at him over my burger. His eyebrows were raised, and amusement danced in his eyes as he grinned at me. I felt my cheeks turn pink as I sat there with a mouthful of food. He just laughed again before following suit.

“Don’t judge me,” I mumbled as soon as I swallowed.

“I wasn’t.”

“Uh huh.” I didn’t know if I believed him, not with the way his eyes glinted at me.

We spent the next few minutes eating in silence. A few people came and went but none paid us any attention.

“Does this make up for the bad nutrition bar?” Wyatt asked a few minutes later.

“Oh definitely.” The food tasted amazing, just like Wyatt said it would be. “Better make sure to restock the nutrition bars. Just in case Batman needs to be rescued again.”

“Very true. Maybe I’ll invest in some different kinds,” Wyatt mused as he bit into a French fry.

“Oh, yes, get the fancy kind.”

“Bryton actually makes his own granola bars.”

“He does?” Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows. It was hard to picture one of the league's best Left Wingers in his kitchen making granola bars—especially a muscular, 6’1 giant like Bryton.

“He’s always been a bit of a health freak. He likes to bring healthy snacks for the team.”

“So, he wouldn’t approve of a big juicy hamburger,” I asked.

“What he or my trainer doesn't know won’t kill them.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” I pretended to zip my mouth shut. “Thank you for breaking your strict diet for me.”

“I get to have the best burger in all of Toronto with a pretty girl, it’s a win-win,” he said smoothly. I felt my cheeks heat up at the compliment.

“Such a charmer.” I popped a fry in my mouth as I playfully shook my head.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wyatt grinned.

“Uh huh.”

He knew exactly what he was doing. The way he looked at me made me feel stupid things. Things I had no business feeling. Glancing back down at my plate I grabbed a fry and quickly changed the subject.

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