Page 69 of Stealing His Cupcake
My phone chimes and I drop everything I’m doing to grab it.
Unknown
This is Wyatt. There was trouble and I had to ditch my phone. Can you come pick me up?
Frowning at the screen, I hesitate. My fingers itch to reply that of course I’ll come pick him up. I might have only driven a car once in my life, but if Wyatt needs me, I’ll handle it. Probably. But isn’t this exactly the kind of stupid move that gets the spouse killed or captured in the movies?
Me
How do I know this is you?
Unknown
It’s me, cupcake. I really need you right now. Please. We can watch a few episodes of Price of Passion later, but I really need a ride now.
Okay that does sound like Wyatt. Doesn’t it? Who else would know his nickname for me or what show we watch together?
Anyone who read your texts, dumbo. Ask him something you haven’t texted about!
Unknown
I’m bleeding.
“What?!”I’m in the garage before I realize what I’m doing, staring in dismay at the empty spot next to the red sports car. Of course. Wyatt took the SUV and now I’m about to crash his beautiful…something. I know literally nothing about car brands. This one has a horse on the front and I bet it was insanely expensive, but if Wyatt is bleeding and needs help—
Or you’re just about to do the stupidest thing ever,the persistent voice growls at me.What if this is not Wyatt?
Torn by indecision, I chew on my lip. Is it Wyatt? Or someone else? But if someone else is texting me, doesn’t that mean Wyatt is in trouble?
I try calling his number, but the call goes straight to voicemail. Either he turned his phone off to make sure nothing distracted him or he really did have to get rid of it. Maybe he had to ditch it to avoid leaving a trail for the police. I should have asked him more about how these things work.
Since I promised not to do anything stupid both to Wyatt and to myself, I decide to make sure this is Wyatt first.
Me
I told you I’d bake something for when you get back. What was it?
Unknown
What are you talking about? Amy, I need help. Now! Stop with this bullshit.
Okay, that doesn’t sound like Wyatt at all. Or maybe he’s in pain?
Me
Tell me. Please, Wyatt.
Please, be Wyatt.
Unknown
Cupcakes, obviously. Now get your ass in that car and come pick me up. Come on, baby. I need your help.
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I stare at the text, my knees growing so weak I have to lean against the wall to steady myself. This is not Wyatt. Not because he didn’t remember about the cake I told him I’d make. He might’ve forgotten about the cake. It’s that cursed, wretched word. A normal word of endearment for most, but a trigger for me.Baby. Wyatt used it once, noticed it freaked me out, and never said it again without me having to explain. It’s what Craig used to call me, except from him, the word always carried a sarcastic edge, like I was just a joke to him. Of course I was, I just didn’t know it then. All I knew was it hurt a little when he used that word, but that hurt was nothing compared to the warmth of his attention. God, I was so pathetic.
Wiping at the tears, I try to focus on the present. Craig is rotting in his grave, good riddance, but Wyatt is still alive. He must be. I need to be smart if I ever want to see him again.
Me
