I wiped the sweat from my forehead, annoyed that my friend could read my mind, but also grateful for it too. I wasn’t one to open up much, but if anyone could pry me open, it was him. And Gabriella, but I had done that willingly. She didn’t even have to try. I didn’t know why it had been so easy that night in the office.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said nonchalantly, as if I wasn’t the one who had called him to meet up in need of someone to talk to.
Wyatt was quiet for a moment, looking over at a couple of other guys throwing axes down the way. His fingers drummed against his water bottle mindlessly. Then he looked at me like he had something to say, but wasn’t sure how.
“What?” I asked sharply.
He blew out a sigh and ran a hand through his light hair. “Nathan called me…”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, wondering why the hell my brother had called him. It wasn’t like the two of them were close. I started to get an uneasy feeling in my stomach.
“Yeah.” Wyatt nodded slowly.
“And?” I asked, growing impatient.
“He told me everything,” he said quickly.
“What the fuck?” I said slowly, my anger creeping up my neck and heating my face.
“I think he’s just worried about you,” said Wyatt quickly. “Don’t be mad at him.”
“Oh, I’m pissed. He had no right to tell you about my personal life.”
“Well, wereyougoing to tell me?” he asked, narrowing his gaze.
“Eventually,” I said with a shrug.
“When the baby was born?” he asked incredulously.
I winced slightly. Hearing the words from his mouth made it that much more real. I had been putting off coming to terms with the fact that Gabriella was pregnant because I was scared shitless. But now that her father knew, and apparently a nosy board member, and now my best friend, there was really no running from it.
“I don’t know, man,” I said with a defeated shake of my head. “My life is a fucking mess. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Hell, I wouldn’t know either. But you can talk to me. You have to talk to someone,” he said. “You can’t just throw axes all day, no matter how therapeutic it is.”
I chuckled. “It really is. I needed it after today.”
“What happened?”
“Mr. Harold found out about the pregnancy…”
“Oh shit.” He looked at me wide-eyed.
“Yep.”
“I take it, it didn’t go well?”
“He fired me. And I’m not even sure he’s allowed to do that…”
“Yeah, you might want to have your lawyer look into that,” said Wyatt furrowing his brow.
“Yeah. Maybe. I don’t know. I royally fucked up. I don’t want to make it messier than it already is. I would hate for it to reach the press and become an even bigger shitstorm. I should just bow out quietly.”
“You?” Wyatt nearly choked. “You never back down.”
“I know.”
Wyatt took a deep breath. “And the baby?”
