But before I can answer, Stede, shame in his voice, says, “With the cancer, I’m not strong enough to make the drive.” Ruby rests a hand on his arm. “And Fallon…” Wyatt straightens up, blue eyes bright and intense. “Fallon needs help?” he asks over a mouthful of donut. Powdered sugar coats the front of his shirt. “If Dakota’s in trouble”—Stede runs a hand through his wispy hair—“I don’t want Fallon tangling with whatever she’s got following her.” “I’ll go,” I announce, feeling all three of my brother’s gazes on me.
Wyatt is the epitome of an excited puppy when it comes to Fallon lol
