Another hiccup. “Yes. Me and Daisy. Can you pick us up?”
Just the sound of her name has the hairs on the back of my neck standing to attention.
“Where are you?” I ask, already pulling my shoes on.
“At The Boot.”
I grab my keys from the hook by the front door. “I’ll be there in ten.”
I end the call and climb into my truck, tearing out of my driveway with a speed that would be embarrassing if there was anyone else around to witness it.
My fingers drum a nervous rhythm on the steering wheel for the full ten minutes it takes me to pull up in front of the bar. I haven’t seen Daisy in person since the day at my house and there’s a nerve-filled excitement building in my chest at the prospect of being in close proximity to her again. I spent so long away from her that now I will take any opportunity to be around her I can get.
I find the two of them huddled close together outside the bar when I arrive. I jump out and round the truck, opening the back door for Daisy as she helps a highly intoxicated Bella into the back seat.
Taking a step back, I let my eyes drag down the length of her and quickly regret it. From this angle, her plump ass practically winks at me as she bends over, lifting Bella’s feet into the truck and I have to drop my gaze to her feet.
Big fucking mistake.
I almost groan out loud when I eye the five-inch fuck me heels hugging her delicate feet.
Jesus fucking Christ, what I wouldn’t give to tear those sinful shoes off with my teeth.
I run a hand over the scruff on my jaw and bring my attention back to my sister, who is watching me over her friend’s shoulder with a wicked gleam in her eyes. I frown which causes her to wink and suddenly, realisation dawns on me.
I’ve been played like a puppet. And my fucking little sister of all people, is the one pulling the strings.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I shake my head and grip Daisy’s shoulder. “She’s good.”
Her dark curls brush my fingers as she looks at me over her shoulder. “What?”
I gesture my chin at Bella. “She’s good. She can get herself in the truck.”
Daisy looks between us both in confusion, but I step away, opening the passenger door for her. I watch Daisy carefully as she closes the back door and climbs into the passenger seat. She seems significantly more sober than my sister. Her eyes are crystal clear as she watches me right back. We just stare at one another for what seems like a lifetime before a throat clears in the back seat, reminding the both of us that we’re not alone.
Startling back, I put some much needed distance between us and close the door, returning to the driver’s side. In my periphery, I can see Daisy nervously twiddling her fingers as she keeps her attention trained out of the window. Bella hums softly along with the song playing on the radio before almost launching herself between us.
“Can we make a quick pitstop?”
I glare at the side of my sister’s head, now blocking my view of Daisy. “Where?”
She waves her hand around. “Oh, just around this corner.”
Suspicion settles in my gut as I begrudgingly follow her directions and pull up to the curb outside a block of apartment buildings.
My earlier premonition is confirmed when Bella jumps out of the back seat, landing on suddenly very steady feet and pokes her head back inside. “Ya’ll can just leave mehere.” Her smile is victorious as she slams the door shut and practically skips away.
Daisy’s mouth hangs open in shock as her head slowly swivels to me. “Was sheacting?”
The laugh that startles out of me surprises us both. “Yeah. And I’m pretty sure I just dropped my little sister off at a booty call.” I shiver.
To my absolute delight, Daisy throws her head back and laughs. The sound is both familiar and foreign and it warms the deepest parts of me as I soak the sound in.
If I could bottle the sound up and keep it in my pocket so that I could play it on repeat for the rest of my life, I would die a happy man.
“We both got played,” she gasps between fits of giggles.
My cheeks ache from smiling when I respond, “Yeah, angel. We did.”
