Willow gasped. “I didnothit you! But you know what, if you’re going to see Dani, I guess I’ll just go with you.”
“Right,” I drawled.
“Because I’m a good friend,” Willow went on, taking my hand and pulling me after her. “And if you need anxiety meds, you might be close to a panic attack. And I wouldneverleave you alone if you were about to panic.”
“Because you’re a good friend,” I said as Willow pulled me to the Health clinic doors.
“Exactly!” She beamed at me before pulling the door open. “And to think you have three men obsessed with you andnoneof them are here to help you? It’s a good thing you have me.”
“Such a good thing,” I agreed with a smile.
“How can I help you?”The receptionist asked with a smile.
“Hi,” Willow grinned. “My friend here is on the brink of a panic attack. She’s only comfortable with Health aide Dani. Is she in today?”
I nearly choked on air. Willow was hilarious, even when she wasn’t trying to be, but this was off the charts. I could barely hold in my laugh, so I dropped my head instead.
“Oh, my.” The receptionist looked quite concerned, and she began typing quickly. “Can I get your name?”
“Skye Aria,” Willow said quickly.
The receptionist typed on her computer, then handed me an information sheet to fill out. Willow and I sat down in the lobby, and Willow ripped the paper away from me.
“I’ll fill this out,” she said a little loudly. “Since I’m such a good friend.”
I only laughed.
Chapter 37
Rafe
“You’re such a freak.”I laughed, then laughed again when I saw Wyatt’s face. “She knew?”
“No,” Wyatt shook his head, looking a little horrified. “No, there’s no way she knew. She was slapping me because I was being an asshole, not because…”
His cheeks turned pink, and I kicked my feet, giggling from where I sat on the couch in his office.
This was amazing.
I was really glad I’d given Wyatt the idea to give Skye the second detention. He’d thought it would backfire, and it sort of did, butholy shitdid it end up working out.
I rubbed my jaw thoughtfully. Isoshould’ve been a matchmaker.
“You are not some master matchmaker now,” Wyatt said dryly.
“You asshole,” I grumbled. Wyatt wasn’t a Telepath at all and he was always reading my mind somehow.
We knew each other too well.
“You think she’ll want to whip you?” I asked, kicking my feet up on the coffee table.
Wyatt choked on his coffee, then glared at me.
“Ido notwant to be whipped.”
“Sure, sure,” I waved my hand. “And I don’t want to be wrapped in a soft pink blanket.”
Wyatt gave me one of his looks like I was insane, and maybe I was. I hadn’t shared my scheme to be wrapped up in one of Skye’s blankets yet, and my planning had stalled up until recently.
