Chapter 213

The moment Wyatt Waters mentioned he liked someone, Carmine Carlisle froze, hands slowly curling into fists. After a brief pause, she pressed on: "W-Who is it? Who do you like?" Wyatt just looked ahead, lips tightly pressed. "I'll tell you later. You're tired—go lie down in the backseat." He'd told her earlier she could sit in the back to rest, but of course she refused. "I'm good," Carmine replied flatly, then turned to stare out the window like she was mad about something. Which, obviously, Wyatt—being the oblivious straight guy he was—totally didn't get. … The next morning, when Delia Fleming came downstairs, Wyatt and Carmine were already at the Stockton home. "Wyatt, you're back? Weren't you still in Redwillow yesterday?" Delia looked a little surprised—it wasn't exactly a short trip. "Because of you, obviously," Carmine chimed in, her tone laced with sarcasm. Delia paused mid-step, then quickly caught on, lips twitching into a smile. Ah… jealous, huh? "Cool it, Carmine," Wyatt fr