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“I honestly don’t want to put her out. I’ll come with you another time.”
Considering I recently discovered I inherited the bulldozer gene, I ignore her protest and make the call. Daisy’s eyes widen then narrow when I bring the phone to my ear and say, “Hey, Mum.”
“Morning, sweetheart.”
“Do you have any plans for today?” I ask, putting the call on speaker so Daisy can hear the conversation. I guarantee my mother isn’t going to need any prodding to babysit.
“Nothing I can’t change, why?” she answers.
“I was going to take Daisy to work with me today, but it might be a bit noisy—”
“Bring him here,” she says, cutting me off.
I chuckle. “I had a feeling you’d say that.”
“Last night I was practically in tears when I was watching him. I was worried Daisy was going to move away and I’d never see them again.”
My eyes flicker to Daisy, because we still haven’t discussed any of that. My wish is that she moves in with me, but I’ve yet to find the courage to ask.
“Oh, Mrs Sinclair,” Daisy says softly as she closes the distance between us. “You don’t have to worry about that. You’re part of Jonah’s life now, and mine too. We’re lucky to have you.” Her eyes dart up to me as she adds, “We’re lucky to have all of you.”
Once we drop Jonah off at Mum’s, we head to my place so I can pick up my truck.
I press the fob when I turn into my driveway, and when the garage door opens, I drive my Range Rover straight inside.
“Nice car,” Daisy says from the passenger seat, staring out the side window at my Porsche 911 convertible parked beside us.
“Thanks. I’ll have to take you for a spin in it one day.”
She unfastens her seatbelt, smiles over at me, then reaches for the door handle. My gaze catches on her lips, and the urge to kiss her again is almost unbearable. I’m not sure where we stand on that front, but the fact that she’s still here tells me the kisses we shared last night haven’t scared her off.
I meet her at the front of the vehicle, and she asks, “How many cars do you own?”
“Just three.”
“Just three,” she teases, making me laugh.
“Don’t mock me, darlin’, they all have their place in my life. The Range Rover’s my daily drive, the Ram is for work, and the Porsche only comes out when the weather is good.”
“To someone who’s spent her entire life relying on buses and trains, that sounds like overkill, right?”
“You’ve never owned a car?”
“Nope.”
“Your ex didn’t buy you one?”
She snorts. “Nope. We’d travel together if we were working at the same restaurant. If not, I’d find my own way there.”
“He never dropped you off?”
“Nah.”
“What about when you were working late?”
“I got the bus. We lived on the Gold Coast, so there were always people around at night.”
I shake my head because that’s not the point. The thought of her catching a bus home alone after a late shift makes me crazy. I can understand why my brother stalked Poppy now.
