Page 90 of Made for Mayhem

Sandra laughed, eyeing the squirming pig in my arms. “Can you show me where she lives?”

Out back, Junie gave a full tour of the pig pen we’d begun building her, her nerves melting away as she explained feeding schedules and the importance of enrichment toys.

Once we made it back to the front of the house, Sandra straightened, clipping her pen to her clipboard. “Juniper’s thriving here. Placement will stay as is for now. Once Daisy’s house passes inspection, we’ll reassess.”

“Thank you,” Daisy said, voice unsteady.

Sandra smiled. “These cases are never easy, and I was worried about two strangers sharing custody. But I’m happy to see you’re both doing a wonderful job.”

When her car disappeared down the gravel drive, Daisy turned to me, eyes wide.

“Working for the rink?”

I shrugged. “You’re the one who suggested a carnival. I like it. Let’s make it real.”

“I didn’t mean—well, I kind of did. Tate doesn’t like the idea of not contributing to the down payment for an expansion, so we were thinking something like this would help. But Emmy was going to mention it to Beckett first, then⁠—”

I put a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at me. When our eyes met, her words trailed off. “I love this plan,” I said. “And I am also a partner in the rink. You ask me, not Beckett.”

Her lips curved into a small grin. “So, you’re offering me a job you just invented?”

“I would offer you the whole damn world if you’d let me.”

The words hung between us, heavier than I’d meant them to be.

Daisy’s gaze dropped back down to my mouth, her breaths coming uneven. “Let’s start with a job, then go from there.”

I nodded, hope taking root in my chest. “Deal.”

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Shannon Wilder added Daisy Winslow to the group chat Puckin’ Exhausted

Shannon

Be cool, girls.

Stevie

Who meeeeeeeee? I’m cool.

Tate

I think I’d go with enthusiastic over cool, but to each their own.

Stevie

Oh, I like enthusiastic. That fits. I’ll take it.

Emmy

GIRLS. FOCUS.

Hi Daisy

Daisy

Hi friends