Would he have cared?
Of course he would have cared, she thought bitterly.
She had kept his child a secret from him for all these years. And even though he had no interest in her at the beginning, the man still had a right to know he had offspring floundering about in the world.
It wasn’t as if Daisy hadn’t tried. She had a few times, but the universe had shut her down at every turn.
Daisy’s stomach churned with vacillation.
Why now, universe?!
While her family had questioned her decision to keep Amelia from her father, they ultimately backed her, all of them fiercely protective, agreeing that babies and rock ’n’ roll didn’t mix.
Daisy’s face was pressed into her pillow when her phone rang from the nightstand. She grabbed it and answered, “Hi, Jess.”
“Oh my lordy! Daisy, today was unreal. Can you believe it?”
She wasn’t sure if she did.
“Yes, it was interesting.”
“Like not only was Jameson Kingston in our studio, but you totally know him! How did I not know this, Daisy?”
“I don’t really know him, Jess.”
“Uh, the staring contest said otherwise.” She paused for a beat. “Have you slept with him?”
“Jess—”
“What? Perfectly reasonable question. I couldfeelthe heat. And yes, I was eavesdropping.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“So is that a yes?”
“Jess,” she warned.
“Fine, fine. But if you ever want to discuss how fabulous he is in the sack, my ears are open.”
“I’m hanging up.”
“Wait! Don’t you want to know what happened after you left?”
Daisy’s teeth clenched. She didn’t want to… but she did. “Tell me.”
“They stayed a while. Bought two pieces. He paid, of course.”
Daisy’s pulse stumbled. “Which pieces?”
“She lovedPurple Rain. Huge Prince fan, though I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the painting had nothing to do with the late singer but…”
“What about Jameson? You said they chose two?”
Jess squealed. “He boughtThe Picnic.”
Daisy’s heart pounded. “The Picnic?”
Jess continued, “Yeah, his choice was kind of surprising. I mean, it’s a great piece but not at all what I’d imagine for a rock star. Two kids embracing under an oak tree eating… what were they eating?”
