Page 100 of Making the Save

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Page 100 of Making the Save

It was too bad this was the end.

The smellof coffee woke Danny up. He grumbled like a bear coming out of hibernation. All loud roars and big stretches. Absolutely insane hair. He basically barreled his way into the bathroom, and by the time he emerged, his hair and face were combed and he looked mostly human.

“Ah!” He sat down on one of the stools next to me. “That good mountain air,” he said. “Makes for excellent sleeping.”

“That it does,” I said, fake smiling so much my face ached.

“Dad, we need to get back to LA tonight,” Wyatt said. “You’re welcome to stay.”

“Can’t. I’ve got to catch a flight to go see Liam.”

“In Portland?” I asked.

“No, actually, he’s in Calico Cove,” Danny said. Wyatt turned on him with surprise and irritation.

“Is he talking to Nick? Without me? The fuck-”

Danny held up a hand. “You need to check your messages. Swear to god, Wyatt. The world doesn’t stop just because you’re not around trying to control everything.”

I snorted, but stopped when Wyatt glared at me.

Wyatt grabbed his phone off the counter and walked out the door to the little rise beside the cottage. The only place he could get WIFI.

“You okay, girlie?” Danny asked me.

“Never better,” I lied.

Wyatt

Fifteen missed messages and four missed calls from Liam.

I checked the texts first.

Liam: Hey, trying to get ahold of you.

Liam: Don’t want to mess up your honeymoon, but I’ve got a situation.

Liam: Hey! Stop fucking my girlfriend and answer your damn phone.

Liam: Don’t look at that celebrity truth garbage. Call me before you freak out.

Liam: The kid’s not mine.

I called my brother and he answered on the first ring.

“Oh,” he said, “now you fucking call.”

“What is going on?”

“What isn’t going on? While you’ve been honeymooning in the mountains, I’ve had to deal with real shit, Wyatt. Real life shit.”

Real life shit wasn’t Liam’s strongest strength. Hockey, yes. Real Life shit? He tended to throw money at it.

“You’re in Calico Cove?” I asked.

“I am. It’s going great, thanks for asking. Nick isfurious!”

“So why’d you go?” I asked, kicking at a yellow weed that was growing in my grass.




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