By day three, the walls were closing in. The house was beautiful and big but never big enough for their combined personalities, especially with the leftover frost Anna still held for Jameson.
“You should be good to return to your apartment tomorrow night,” Jameson said, stepping into the guest room Daisy was crashing in.
“Finally.”
“You don’t like staying with Anna?”
“One night is fine, even two, but three? Our temperaments expire at seventy-two hours.”
He chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“And the fact that she still doesn’t like you only makes it worse.”
Naturally, Anna walked in. “I heard my name?”
Daisy eyed her.Eavesdropper.
A baffled Jameson asked, “You still don’t like me?”
“Not particularly.”
“Why?”
Anna lifted her chin. “Because you knocked up my best friend, insisted she get an abortion, and then slept with another woman.”
“Anna!” Daisy warned her blunt friend.
Jameson blinked, then nodded, leaning back. “I guess that’s fair.”
“Jameson, don’t. She’s wrong for that and she knows it.”
“There you go,” Anna said. “Even he agrees.”
“It’s forgiven, Anna. In the past.”
“You may have forgiven him, which still blows my mind, but I haven’t. Not sure I ever will. I tolerate him for the sake of my goddaughter.”
Jameson grinned and stood. “Is that a challenge? To make you like me?”
“Sure,” she said sweetly. “I love proving self-entitled pretty boys wrong.”
They shook. Daisy rolled her eyes as they sat—Anna on one side, Jameson on the other—sandwiching her in awkwardly. Such was her life.
“Are you free next weekend?” he asked. “I have an event in LA. I was hoping you and Amelia could come.”
“Is that smart? Seems soon.”
“The sooner we show up together, show them our family, the sooner the press gets bored.”
Our family.
Her heart pinched. Anna faked a gag.
She ignored her. “If you think that’s best. What event—”
“She can’t go,” Anna cut in, leaning over Daisy.
“Didn’t know you were speaking for her now,” Jameson snapped.
