Daisy didn’t mean to be insensitive, but the truth was her brother had absolutely no inclination toward music. His tastes weren’t awful, but he had failed at every instrument he ever tried to play—the guitar, drums, the piano—you name it—he couldn’t play it. Daisy was not about to give up her space for a hobby he would be over in a matter of weeks.
“And where am I supposed to park Victoria if we practice in the garage?”
Sean had recently gotten a new Jeep Wrangler for passing his permit test. He named it Victoria. Yes, after Victoria’s Secret. It was his pride and joy.
Daisy rolled her eyes.
“In the driveway, you dip!”
He threw his hands in the air.
Dramatic much?
“You’re being a bitch.”
The word landed like a slap.
Daisy was instantly filled with hurt and embarrassment.
Before Daisy could speak up to defend herself, Jameson was at her side. “Don’t be a jerk to your sister,” he snapped at Sean. “The garage will do fine. Better acoustics.”
It wasn’t true, but Sean wouldn’t know that. He stormed out, the cousins trailing. Jameson lingered.
“Thank you,” Daisy whispered.
“I’ve got your back,” he said simply.
Smiling, she peeked over her shoulder as Jameson turned to leave.
“Wait!”
He quickly swung back around.
“How did you know my name?”
He looked confused.
She clarified. “The first day of class, when I wrote my name down and you said, ‘I know.’ Well, how did you?”
He crossed his arms over himself and took a step closer to her. “After our little stare down in the lunchroom, I asked around. Your brother is in my history class. I saw him sitting next to you that day. We started talking, and he mentioned his sister, Daisy.”
“Oh,” Daisy meekly said, trying not to physically respond to Jameson’s close proximity.
“I had to know the name of the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.”
Her heart stopped. Who was this boy?
Daisy wanted to withdraw, crawl into her shell, but something about Jameson made her want to be present, made her want to stay.
He looked down at her lips, then back up at her face, and backed away.
“I should get going. The guys can’t do much without their lead singer.”
“You never mentioned you were in a band.”
“You never mentioned you were keen on classic rock.”
“I love it. Basically all I listen to.”
