Page 35 of Deking
We step into the living room, and Dad looks our way.
When Dad sees us, he frowns.
“Who’s your friend?” he asks.
“This is my friend Wyatt. You’ve met him before,” I say gently.
Dad’s eyes narrow, and he makes a huffing noise. “You know you aren’t supposed to be alone with boys, Agatha. What would people think?”
“But we aren’t alone when we’re with you, silly,” I tease, making him smile.
“Semantics.” Dad’s eyes shift to Wyatt. “So what are you doing here? Are you here to take my sister on a date?”
“Yes, but unfortunately our chaperone fell through…unless you would be willing to go with us,” Wyatt says.
Dad hums. “That depends. Where are you going?”
My eyes widen.
Shit. Where are we going?
“Uh…” I stutter.
“We were going to head over to Roman Park. The trails are pretty this time of year, and I know for a fact that there is a baseball game happening today,” Wyatt says smoothly.
Dad’s eyes light up. “Baseball, you say?”
“Oh yeah, I’m a big fan,” Wyatt says.
“Well then, let’s go. We don’t want to miss the first pitch,” Dad says as he starts to get up.
Wyatt leaves my side and goes to help him. I should be the one helping him since he’s my dad, but for some reason I find myself standing back and watching.
This. This is what I want.
If there is one thing I know for certain, it’s that Wyatt Scott is the real deal. He’s the kind of boyfriend girls dream about. He’s green flags all around, and for right now, he’s mine.
As I pull in front of Lyla’s house, I look over at her and smile when I see that she looks happy. When I came to pick her up earlier, I had planned on taking her on a mystery picnic date. I had seen a video about it on social media and knew that she would like it. I mean, who wouldn’t like solving riddles and clues while also picking up food along the way?
As soon as I saw her, though, I knew those plans needed to go out the window, and that’s okay. I meant it when I told her that her dad comes first. Still, I’m glad I was able to convince her to still spend the day with me, even if we did have a chaperone whose mind is on the fritz.
“Where are we?” her dad asks from the back seat.
I watch as pain flies across her face before she can stop it.
“We’re home,” she says cheerfully.
“Oh, well then, I better give you two a moment alone. I’ll see you inside,” he says before getting out of the car.
“Stay right there,” I tell her as I hurry to get out.
I rush around to the passenger side and open her door. She places her hand in mine and gets out.
“You didn’t have to open my door for me all day you know.” She smiles softly.
“I know, but I wanted to.”
She shakes her head as we move to the truck to grab the groceries we picked up on the way home.
