Page 85 of Win Some Love Some
True to his word, Nick had arrived at the Shack with Wyatt Locke twenty minutes later. They hooked upSilverado, the name for my new car, to the back of the tow and I’d hopped into the back seat of the truck’s cab.
Because I wasn’t a jerk, I’d bought some extra nuggets and fries for the guys as a thank you, which they both quietly scarfed.
“I’m trying to see if you look anything like Nick,” I said, leaning forward between the two front seats.
“Nora, is your seat belt on?” Nick asked, but I ignored him.
“Like when I was watching the whole Celebrity Truth thing with you and Sydney Malloy going down, should I have known you were his lost half-brother?”
“I wasn’t lost,” Wyatt said. “We just didn’t know each other existed.”
“Not going to lie,” I admitted. “There were times growing up with five brothers and sisters, I wished I didn’t know some of them existed either.”
“Five?” Wyatt asked, astonishment in his voice. “Your parents must really be into each other.”
“They are. True love. The whole shebang.”
Nick met my eyes in the rear view mirror. “Don’t even try it, Nor. You adore your family.”
“Of course I do, but nobody adores anyone all the time. So Wyatt, is Sydney Malloy as nice as she seems to be?”
“Nicer,” he grunted.
That made me happy. It was good that some celebrities were exactly who they appeared to be. Authentic. Genuine. I’d tried to be that way when my account started to blow up. Not that anyone cared in the end.
“Nick’s allergic to strawberries,” I said. “Are you allergic too?”
“You’re allergic to strawberries?” Wyatt said, looking over at Nick.
“I’m not allergic,” Nick said defensively. “I just don’t like them.”
“Because he’s allergic,” I said.
Wyatt laughed and shook his head. “I like this girl,” he said.
“I like you too,” I said. Wyatt was like an older brother in a way Nick never was. I didn’t want to kiss Wyatt even a littlebit. “Is there anything else you want to know about Nick that he hasn’t told you?”
“Nora,” Nick barked. “Enough.”
“I’m just saying, I know you better than anyone else, so if Wyatt wants to know anything, I’m a good source of information.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Wyatt said with a wink.
“Hey, since Nick’s a relative now, will he be invited to your wedding? Because Nick, you might need a date for that.” I pushed forward again to explain to Wyatt. “Nick and I’ve been doing the wedding date favor thing.”
“So I heard,” Wyatt said, and I thought I detected some humor there. “Yes, you and Nick will be invited to the wedding.”
Nick shook his head. “Geezus, Wyatt, don’t encourage her.”
“It’s too late,” I said, with a squeal. “I am encouraged.”
Wyatt’s place was on the way to the garage, Nick dropped him off first.
“My place is only a little further,” I pointed out, thinking I might spare myself a lecture or a spanking. Which shouldn’t make me have all over body shivers, but it did. “You could drop me off first. If you wanted to.”
He glared at me over his shoulder. That was a hard no.
He pulled up next to the old Le Coeur cottage and Wyatt hopped out of the cab. He turned and looked back at me. “Nora, nice to meet you.”
