Jameson: Band Boy? You sound like Anna. But fine. Your studio works.
Her breath hitched. Were they seriously making plans to make out again?
Absolutely!
Daisy: Great.
She hesitated, then typed again.
Daisy: In all seriousness… what does this mean?
There was a two-minute pause before he replied. Two minutes where Daisy was nearly on the verge of an anxiety attack.
Jameson: I want you to be my girl, Daisy Daniels. Plain and simple. Please say yes.
Her fingers flew.
Daisy: YES.
Jameson: Thank God. Now I get to take you to U2 as my girlfriend.
Grinning, she sent back one last line:
Daisy: Who said I was taking you? ;)
Chapter Seven
DAISY PUCKERED HER SOFT PINKlips in the mirror, tilting her head as if testing how they might look under the glow of stage lights. Jameson would be there any minute to pick her up.
Tonight, their lives would forever be changed by the sweet sounds of U2 and Lenny Kravitz.
She still couldn’t believe her parents had agreed to let her go. Only after insisting that she and Jameson were nothing more than good friends who happened to share a taste in music had they finally relented. Daisy knew it wasn’t entirely a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either. For now, their growing relationship lived in the shadows. She wasn’t ready for every look, every touch, every minute with Jameson to be scrutinized by her parents or worse, by her brother.
Sean’s friendship with Jameson and the rest of The Kings Court felt too important to risk. Daisy feared he’d never forgive her if he thought she was meddling in that bond. Jameson would often assure her otherwise, promising he could make Sean understand, but Daisy had known her brother for fifteen years. She wasn’t willing to test it.
Taking one last glance at her reflection, Daisy smoothed down her black skater dress. The fringe jacket and chunky black booties completed the look. For once, she felt like the rocker girl she had always dreamed of being.
She found Jameson in the kitchen speaking with her parents.
“Give your mom and uncle our deepest condolences,” her father was saying. “Such a terrible thing.”
“Thank you, sir. They’ll appreciate that,” Jameson replied politely.
Daisy froze. “What’s going on?”
All three heads turned toward her, the “vision in black,” as Jameson’s eyes lingered a second too long. If her parents hadn’t been in the room, she knew he would’ve kissed her right then. Since her birthday, they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other. Little stolen moments, several “lessons” in her studio, each one leaving her wanting more.
“Just family stuff.” Jameson brushed it off. “Ready?”
Daisy nodded, though curiosity burned inside her.
Her father interjected. “Home by curfew.”
“But the concert won’t even be over by then and it’s in Oakland,” Daisy argued.
Her father sighed. “Only because you’re with Jameson. Be careful. Call if you’ll be late, and try to be home by eleven.”
“Yes, sir.” Jameson nodded respectfully.
