Page 47 of Making the Save
“Babe, anything you choose to wear is fine with me. I would find you attractive in a muumuu. All right, let’s get this side show on the road. We’re happy and in love. Does my face say that?”
“Your face says you like to eat people for dinner.”
He shook his head. “I can never really shake that mean giant look, you know?”
“Fee Fi Fo Fum, I smell fooooood,” I teased him.
He pulled on my hand and we started down the steps and the questions got louder.
“Don’t respond to the questions,” I whispered. “No matter what.”
“No promises,” he said and grinned, before opening the lock on the gate.
“Is it true this marriage is a publicity stunt to save Sydney’s career?” the guy closest to us shouted.
Wyatt growled at the man.
“Celebrity Truth is reporting this relationship is a lie. Why are you lying to your fans, Sydney?”
I ducked my head, while Wyatt pulled me through the crowd of twenty or so bodies that were closing in.
“Sydney? What does John Bernard think about this relationship? Did you cheat on him with Wyatt?”
“Wyatt, if you know Sydney so well, what’s her favorite fruit?”
Breaking the rules, he said, “Strawberries. Next.”
“Favorite movie?” someone else called out.
“Predator.”
I still kept my head ducked low, but now I was laughing.
“Sydney, what’s Wyatt’s favorite movie?”
“Titanic!” I shouted, and we burst through the crowd and we were running for the ocean. I spun around for one last comment: “And my husband loves hot sauce on his eggs.”
Wyatt scooped me up around my waist and lifted me over his shoulder. I plugged my nose because I knew what was coming in one, two, three…
He plunged us into the ocean.
I came up spitting and laughing as he pulled me close to his body. It didn’t feel like a show when I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his very solid middle.
“I’m allergic to strawberries,” I told him, since we were out of ear shot. The P&P’s stood on the shore and we were out in the waves.
“I thinkTitanicis the stupidest movie I’ve ever had to sit through. I mean, why didn’t he just figure out how to get on the door with her, or maybe find something else to float on?”
“Well, I don’t know how you knew it, butPredatoris in fact my favorite movie.”
“Nailed it.”
We laughed and floated and I thought maybe I was having too much fun for a fake relationship. I kept telling myself this was complicated, but it kept feeling simple.
“I saw your notebook was out again this morning,” he said. “And your guitar. Are you still constipated?”
“Oh my god,” I laughed. “You’re going to have to stop calling it that.”
“Are you working on some new music?”