“Give her her bag, brother,” Sundance ordered.
“I’ll take you, Rowan.”
“Absolutelynot.”
“I’ll drive her home,” Wyatt said. “Sundance can follow.”
“This is bullshit,” Scooby hissed.
I ignored him. “Thanks, Wyatt. I’m ready.”
Scooby reluctantly handed me my purse and Wyatt led me to her car. Loading Lord into the back, I slid into the passenger side, as Wyatt climbed into the driver’s seat. I secured my seatbelt, and we took off, saying nothing until we were well away from the gates.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Because what Scooby did was stupid.”
I grimaced. “Murdering Stanley or dumping me?”
She sighed. “I don’t think you want me to answer that.”
I frowned, sitting forward. “You think it was okay that he dumped me?”
“Nice try with the trick question.”
I bit my lower lip and sat back in my seat.
“Look, this life isn’t for everyone, and I’m not here to tell you how you should feel, but if you ever want to talk, I’m here,” she said.
“I’m good, Wyatt, thank you.”
“Okay.”
“How did you know what to do during my panic attack?”
“Teddy,” she said. “He used to have them all the time.”
“He doesn’t anymore?” I asked.
“Not as often, no. Raquel developed a CBD strain that calms him down beautifully, so we make sure we keep it close.”
“Thank you for helping me,” I said. “I haven’t had an attack like that in a little while. I think I’m just overly tired and out of my comfort zone. I definitely won’t make that mistake again.”
“Oh, honey, please don’t say that.”
“Say what?” I asked.
“Say that you’ll never come back.”
“Scooby said that, Wyatt. I had nothing to do with it.”
“He’ll come to his senses.”
I shook my head. “It won’t matter. I’m done.”
“Because he protected you from the man who tried to kill you?” she asked. “Multiple times?”