Anna came from such a good place, her sister, her truest confidante. Even with Daisy’s heart racing amid all the chaos, Anna just wanted what was best for her. She had been therethrough all the love and all the heartbreak, the one who helped piece Daisy back together.
Daisy hugged her tightly. “He is, Anna. He is.”
While Anna stayed with Amelia, Daisy raced out the door and into her car, darting out of the city and back toward Hillsborough. She outlined several scenarios in her head: would she throw herself into his arms, drag him back to bed, and explain with her body the love she felt in her heart? Or would she sit him down, calmly and clearly, and map out the future she wanted with him?
While the former was certainly more appealing and aligned with the adrenaline coursing through her, she owed him honesty. The type of honesty he’d given her just hours earlier.
She made it to his house in record time. Her heart rate spiked the moment she turned into the drive. Knowing she’d lose her nerve if she hesitated, Daisy parked and made her way to the front door. She blew out a shaky breath and rang the bell.
She waited, pulse pounding. After tonight, the possibilities could be endless. They could be a real family. Amelia would finally get what she’d always wanted.
Daisy closed her eyes briefly, smiling at the thought—until the door opened.
“Daisy? Is that you?”
She opened her eyes and balked.
“Jenna… hi.”
A knot formed in Daisy’s stomach. Jenna wore nothing but a red bikini—if you could call it that.
“Do you want to come in?”
“Oh, no,” Daisy was quick to say. “I was just looking for Jameson, but clearly, he’s busy.”
“Not yet.” Jenna grinned slyly.
Daisy’s chest constricted. “I’ll grab him for you,” Jenna added.
“It’s okay, really.” Daisy tried to retreat. But before she could turn away, Jameson appeared—hair wet and shirtless.
“What’s going on?” he asked Jenna.
“Oh, I heard the doorbell while you were in the shower, so I answered it.”
Daisy’s heart sank. The scene was too familiar, a cruel echo of the heartbreak she’d lived once before.
She had to get out.
“Can you give us a second?” Jameson asked Jenna.
Jenna nodded and disappeared inside.
Now his attention was fully on Daisy. “What are you doing here? Is Amelia okay?”
“She’s sleeping. Anna’s with her.”
“Okay… so what’s going on?”
Daisy folded her arms, still stunned.
A woman half-dressed in his house?Definitely not on my list of possible outcomes for tonight.
Instead of crying, she laughed bitterly. “What’s going on? Are you serious?”
He crossed his arms defensively.
“Jameson, you bared your soul to me just hours ago. Asked if you were on this island alone, which clearly, you’re not. Seeing how quickly you found a survival mate.” She gestured toward the house. “I came here to talk about us, about last night, about everything. But I guess I see now it was all bullshit.”
