He rises, takes money out of his wallet and places it on the table. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Good luck.”I watch him leave the café.
Again, I notice how handsome he is. Tall, muscular, with a gorgeous face. He’s also kind, caring, and funny. All amazing qualities.
So, why is there no spark?
eight
DAISY
Mondaymorning,I’matmy office desk with my chin propped on my fist, staring sightlessly at the computer. My attention drifts off once again.
From behind, someone taps my shoulder. I jump, cover my heart with my hand, and spin around on the chair.
Sally smiles at me.
“You scared the life out of me,” I gasp.
“It’s not like I tiptoed up to you. You were miles away. I bet I know what you were thinking about.” She giggles. “It’s not the first time I’ve caught you staring off into space. I don’t blame you. Having a stud muffin of a man feel you up in the middle of a crowded club would cause brain malfunction.”
“Shhh.” I glance toward my father’s office. Thankfully, the door is closed. He’d want to perform an exorcism if he knew what I did. “Keep your voice down. I shouldn’t have told you. Now you can’t keep your big mouth shut about it.”
“Relax. No one heard me.” She sits on the edge of my desk.
“How did I let that happen?” For the past two days, I’ve been going over and over it in my mind. First, the tattoo. Now, the club. What did that man have over me to get me to do things that are so far from my personality?
Sally picks up a pen and twirls it between her fingers. “I know how. It’s because he’s hot. He’s a cross between Henry Cavill and someone who’s done twenty-five to life. A mega turn on.”
I roll my eyes. Wanting to drop the subject in case my father overhears us, I say, “What are you doing here?”
“On my lunch break. Thought we could get something to eat.” She drops the pen back on the desk.
Great idea. It will get her out of the office and away from my father. “Sounds good.” I pull my bag out from the bottom drawer. “Let me tell my dad I’m leaving.”
I tap on his office door and peek inside to find him at his desk reading something on the computer. “I’m going to get lunch with Sally. Is there anything you need before I go?”
He looks up over the rim of his glasses. “No, I’m good, sweety. Enjoy your lunch.”
We find somewhere to get sandwiches to go and take them to the park where we sit on a bench under a shady oak tree.
Around a mouthful of a pastrami and cheese sandwich, Sally mumbles, “When are we going back to the club? I loved it.”
“I’m not going back.”
“What? Why?”
“Because it’s not my scene. I’m not stopping you though.”
“Come on, you know I don’t want to go without you.”
I dab my mouth with a napkin. “We were together for five minutes before you took off and left me.”
Sally’s eyes widen. “I asked you to join me. You insisted I go dance with that guy. Besides, if I hadn’t left you alone, you wouldn’t have had so muchfun.” I open my mouth to rebukeher, but she holds up a finger, stopping me. “Don’t pretend you didn’t.”
She’s not wrong. “It doesn’t mean I want to go back.”
Sally nudges my shoulder. “Kade might be there,” she says like she’s using him to entice me.
