Page 115 of Saving Wyatt

“You’re so handsome tonight,” he whispered, staring right at me, and I got a little dizzy.

I missed a step, and I laughed for a second before I thanked him.

“We make a sexy couple,” I said.

He laughed too. “I think so.”

Everything turned blurry until all I could see was him and only him. It felt like I was on a rollercoaster ride that I didn’t want to get off of.

“How are you feeling? Doing this in front of everyone?” I asked.

He didn’t bat an eyelid. He didn’t peek behind me. He simply stared at me and smiled.

“I don’t care about them.”

“Good,” I said. “I’m glad. Me neither.”

“Aren’t you supposed to care? You’re their doctor,” he said with a cheeky grin.

“Not for long,” I said, and he frowned.

“What do you mean?”

I shook my head and tried to dismiss the subject, but as expected, he prodded further.

“I really didn’t want to say anything today, but…well, my funding is running low, and there’s only so much of my own savings I can put into the outreach van. I’m probably gonna have to close shop, but I don’t know what to do after.”

“You’re leaving?” he asked. The terror was clear in his face, and I felt like an ass for putting it there.

“Of course not. I was just thinking I’d apply for a job at the hospital, but I don’t know if they have any positions,” I explained.

“What are you going to do?” he asked, the terror still on his face.

I sighed. “I might have to start my own practice, though I’m not keen on that. I really hate charging people for basic healthcare. Especially after how I’ve tried to help half the island for free.

Wyatt took a deep breath, relief washing through him, and he cupped my face. “We’ll figure something out. I know we will.”

I leaned into his touch and nodded. I really hadn’t wanted to bring that up today—or any day, really—but he was right. We’d figure something out. Even if it meant I had to do something I wasn’t a hundred percent happy with. Life was all about compromises. Just like relationships.

I felt him squeeze my hand again, and I smiled as I noticed from the corners of my eyes the other couples joining the dancefloor, and I spotted Duke standing by our table. He wasn’t alone.

My heart fluttered, and before I got too excited to talk, I turned my attention back to Wyatt.

“You know…there’s something else,” I said.

“Hm?” he asked.

“I…I changed my mind about wanting a family.”

His brows furrowed over his eyes, and my stomach sank.

Gosh. What a terrible way to phrase that.

“I might not want kids, but what would you say to a not-so-little baby?”

“What baby?” he asked.

I stopped dancing and led him back to our table, where Duke was standing on the side with a gorgeous and exuberant German shepherd next to him.