Page 86 of Saving Wyatt

I looked beside me on the couch, but it was empty. Save for a huge black dog resting its head on me. No Wyatt, though. Which didn’t surprise me considering his apprehension and fear of coming out.

“Hello! And who are you?” I asked the big dog.

It blinked as I stroked its head, and Duke walked in to answer my question.

“That would be my fluffball, Max,” he said, and I spent the next few minutes falling in love with the big Labrador turning putty next to me. “Did you sleep here? Are you okay?”

I shuffled in my seat and turned to the young blond man as a big yawn escaped me.

“Here, there. Everywhere,” I said. “Have you seen Wyatt?”

I looked around me as if he was just going to pop out from behind the couch or the door and surprise me, but naturally, he wasn’t there.

“Or Warren?” I added when I noticed Duke staring.

I had to be careful about that. Considering how almost everyone was paired up with another guy, I couldn’t just blurt out Wyatt’s name or I ran the risk of people getting suspicious of our relationship, and the last thing I needed was for all this to end before it even started because people found out.

“He’s in the guest room with Nino,” Duke answered, and I almost jumped off of the couch.

It was about time I remembered I had a patient to look after.

“Is he okay? Did something happen?”

Duke walked up to me and squeezed my wrist with a smile. “He’s fine. Don’t worry. He’s out of the woods.”

I nodded and patted his hand then excused myself and went upstairs to check on my patient. And Wyatt.

“Are you sure about this?” I heard Warren ask Wyatt, and I walked in to find the two brothers sitting next to each other looking hardened and serious.

“It’s the only way,” Wyatt replied and cleared his throat as he turned to face me. “Good morning, Ari.”

I pressed my lips together, trying not to be nosy and blurt out all the questions I had, and greeted both brothers before I turned to the bed.

“It seems I’m missing a patient.” I put my hands to my hips and hummed.

“Ah yeah. Santiago was feeling better, so I unhooked him and he went home. He just left,” Warren said, and I nodded.

“And he looked all right to drive?” I asked.

Warren nodded.

I could feel Wyatt’s gaze burning the side of my face, but I focused on my job and checked Nino’s blood pressure.

“It’s all good. I’ve been checking it every hour. He even woke up at some point, but he was drained,” Warren said.

I looked at the bedside table where Warren had kept a record of all his checks, and after examining my patient, I studied the report for any irregularities.

“Is he going to be okay?” Wyatt asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper that made my heart break with its delicacy.

It didn’t matter what I said or how many times, he would always carry the guilt for what happened to Nino, and there was nothing I could do to change that. It didn’t mean I was going to stop trying to get through to him. One day he might finally believe me.

“He’s looking good. I think the worst is behind us. But he’ll have a long recovery ahead of him. I really would feel more comfortable if he was in a hospital.”

“King has reached out to Nino’s people in New York. They’ll arrange something so you don’t have to do it all yourself.”

“Arrange something? Like what?” I started but then changed my mind. “You know what? I don’t want to know. As long as he’s taken care of, I’m good.”

Both Warren and Wyatt nodded in agreement. The less we knew about Nino’s crime life, the better. Probably.