“That was lucky for us. It really was a blessing.”
Will and Rachelle keep talking, but my mind is racing. Would he have done that? I mean, we never talked about his financials. Could his family be wealthy? Not that it matters to me, but if he did this for me…
I don’t even know what that would mean. How would I feel about it?
“Rachelle, how much do you know about the foundation?” I blurt out.
Rachelle and Will both look at me.
“The Scott Family Foundation? Not a whole lot. I know it was established decades ago. Their mission statement says something about helping those who are unable to helpthemselves. Like I said, usually it’s children or animals, but I guess they have expanded.”
I pull out my phone and search the foundation. When I find the main page, I show her.
“Is this it?”
She nods. “Yeah.”
I go to the “about” page and freeze.
There at the top is a photo of a man and woman with a small child between them. The boy looks very familiar, though.
I read through the page and gasp when I see it.
Their son, Wyatt Scott…
Wyatt is the foundation.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
“What is it, Lyla?” Will asks, concerned.
“Wyatt is the Scott Family Foundation.”
Will takes a sip of the coffee he must have made for him and Rachelle while I was spiraling.
“Still think your relationship is fake?” Will asks pointedly.
“I…” I trail off. “I don’t know.”
“You should talk to him,” Will urges.
“Would he even want to talk to me anymore? I mean, I blew him off,” I admit.
“Honey, if you are saying that a boy got his foundation to donate millions of dollars to a program to help families who need respite for medical care, then it’s fair to say he must be in love. I think you should talk to him too,” Rachelle says softly.
“Okay,” I murmur. “Okay. Okay, I need to talk to him. Where would I find him, though? Cora. Cora will know where he is. I’ve got to go. It was good to see you, Rachelle. I hope to see more of you. Will, ask her on a date. Bye.”
I rush out of the room, already texting Cora. I need to find Wyatt as soon as possible.
Leaving Lyla alone has been harder this time. I guess it’s because I know what she tastes like. I can remember the way it feels to have her in my arms. I had a glimpse of what it is like to be loved by her.
I’ve been jonesing for her, but I have tried to keep it under wraps. If she needs space, then that’s what I give her. I meant what I said to her. I only want her to be happy. So if that means that I have to stand here and miss the fuck out of her, then I’ll do it.
“Where’s your head at?” Kellan asks.
“Not here, obviously,” I mutter.
“She will come back. Give her time.”
