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I turn to Wyatt. “So, what about you? Meet anyone lately?”
He screws up his face and shakes his head. “Nah. There was one girl at the gym, but she blew me off.”
The gym. Where Wyatt does all his woman hunting. You’d think he’d try someplace new. Like maybe the supermarket.
“That’s too bad, Wy.”
He purses his lips as he looks down at his phone.
“That your mom?” I tease.
Well, it’s only a half-tease. His mother emails and texts him all day long. She doesn’t seem to understand her thirty-eight-year-old son is capable of taking care of himself.
After all, he became a millionaire at twenty-two.
Wyatt frowns. “No, it’s not Mom. I don’t know who this is. Someone named APlum.”
I hear a Jeopardy clue I know the answer to, but I don’t say it out loud. Don’t want to piss off Henry.
“Oh shit,” Wyatt mutters, scrolling through his phone.
“Everything okay?” Henry asks, joining the conversation during a commercial.
Wyatt shifts uncomfortably, like a naughty kid about to get in trouble. Must be bad. But he stuffs his phone in his pocket and says nothing.
“All good, man?” I ask. He’s suddenly focused on Jeopardy, which is funny because he hates game shows.
His phone buzzes, so he pulls it out of his pocket again, then looks around the room avoiding my gaze. “Um. Well. I… I’ve gotta tell you guys something,” he says, scratching his head.
“The herpes acting up again, huh?” Henry says, slapping his leg and laughing.
Wyatt doesn’t even tell Henry to fuck off. Maybe he really does have herpes.
“What the hell, dude. What’s going on?” I say. “Spit it out already.”
He still won’t look at me. “Do you remember that hot story you wrote last year? The one with the gang bang and all that?”
I frown. “The Ryder Night stuff? When I was trying to see if I could write like that kinky romance bestseller? When did you read that?”
The hair rises on the back of my neck. Something’s off. It does not feel good.
“You left it sitting around, so I perused it, you might say. Not the whole thing, but I read enough. That was some kinky shit. Didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Okay. So what about it?”
“Well, I might have sent it off to a publisher. You know, just for fun,” he says.
“You’re funny, Wy,” I say.
“Youwhat?” Henry snaps, having clicked off his show.
I wave away his concerns. “He’s joking, man.”
Wyatt finally looks at me, and even if I hadn’t known him nearly all my life, I’d know he was serious as a heart attack.
I’m hit first by confusion. What does it mean, that he sent the Ryder Night book to a publisher? Then, panic grips my throat, which is quickly replaced by a suffocating rage.
Even Henry is speechless.
