Wyatt by Michelle Horst Read Free Book Online Page B

for the coke and start drinking. I better get to fixing something to eat too.
    “And the beep means what?” he asks impatiently.
    “It’s just real low. The coke will bring it back up,” I explain. He should go before I get all emotional. But knowing how stubborn he is, he’s most probably not going anywhere. “Dinner it is then.”
    ~*~
    He won’t let me cook. He’s making me nervous.
    “Wyatt, no food means I eat dirt! Let me up or you’re takin’ me to the emergency room,” I snap at him. It’s hard to control my anger, or any emotion after I have a low.
    “I didn’t say you’re not gonna eat,” he presses his hand to my forehead for like the tenth time, “you’re just not cookin’. We’ll order in. What can you eat?” He actually looks worried for the first time since we’ve met.
    “I can eat anythin’,” I deadpan. Now he’s going to treat me as if I’m dying. I hate this.
    “Aren’t you suppose to watch what you eat?” he asks and my temper spikes again.
    “Stop it,” I say, slapping his hand away from me as he reaches for my forehead again. “I’m not sick. I’m not dyin’! I’m just a fuckin’ diabetic. Stop motherin’ me. I’m fine. I can eat and drink anythin’. I can do anythin’ you can do.” I take a deep breath but it’s not hitting the spot. “I’m fine,” I say again and this time it’s more so I’ll believe it myself.
    “Okay,” he says and gives me that look of his, the one where he’s peeling back the layers. “You’re fine.” He takes out his phone and I watch him dial a number.
    When he starts to talk on the phone I get up and slip to the bathroom to rinse my face. I’m pale. Yeah, I don’t look fine. I sure don’t feel it.
    When I come out Wyatt is gone. I don’t know if I should be relieved or not. Not wanting to think about it I grab the bottle of OJ, my kit and head for my room. I check my sugar level before heading for the shower. I’m going to get into my nighties before fixing dinner and then get in bed and watch a movie. Take it easy.
    Not think.
    At all.
    Especially about Wyatt!
    I shower fast, washing all the sand off of me. It’s the only thing I hate about the beach. The sand gets in everywhere. I wrap a towel around me and head for my room. In the passage I have a semi-heart attack.
    I didn’t expect to see anyone in my place.
    “My heart!” I shriek at Wyatt. “I need the damn thing to beat in order to live!”
    “You really have no sense of survival, do you?” he asks and he looks upset. “I step out for ten minutes to go get the food and you decide to take a shower with the door wide open.”
    He stalks at me and I step back into the wall. He stops inches from me, his eyes are dark pools of anger.
    “They let the perp go today because you wouldn’t press charges. That means he could come knockin’ any minute. You lock the damn door when you go shower, Scarlett!”
    “Okay,” I whisper. “I’m sorry. I get forgetful. I’ll remember next time.”
    His facial features relax some and then his eyes drop to the towel I’m clinging to.
    “Please get dressed real fast. You don’t want to be standin’ wet in front of me, it’s worse than wearin’ two pieces of flimsy fabric, this is only one,” he says and his voice drops low.
    How does he do that? The one second he’s all mad and the next he’s turning my insides to jello. I need to move and get dressed, like he says, but I stand frozen under his hot gaze.
    Time freezes along with me when he moves in closer. “You’re still standin’ in front of me,” he says or warns, I’m not really sure which one.
    “I know,” I say way too huskily. He’s affecting every part of my body. I clear my throat. I need to clear my head as well. “I should move. I should get dressed. Eat, we should eat.” I’m starting to ramble.
    “We should,” he whispers and his mouth drops to my jaw, right by my ear, “The girl made me make her a promise,” he groans and he leans