Sighing, I look at the empty container again. All that remains are crumbs. Maybe if I wash the container and give it back to her, she’ll fill it up again.
What? It doesn’t hurt to be optimistic.
Chapter Eleven
Daisy
“Hi?” I say it like it’s a question because it is. Why is Gage Golden at my door at eight in the morning?
Not that I’m complaining.
“Hey.” He smiles, and it lights up his whole face. He must be a morning person. Unlike me.
That’s when I cringe remembering what I’m wearing. The world’s oldest pajama pants and a tight tank top. No bra.
Sure, I should have thought through the opening of my door, but when I saw him through the peephole, I grabbed the doorknob and wrenched it open. No thinking done whatsoever.
Crossing my arms to hide my chest, I step behind the door a little bit. “Hi.” This time it’s not a question.
“I brought you back your container.” Looking down, I see his outstretched hand. It’s holding the now empty cookie container.
“Wow, you guys ate them all? Already?” Taking it from him, I hold it in front of my chest like a shield
With a sexy chuckle, Gage says, “I had to fight Finch for the last few.”
I blush because, well, that was a cool thing for him to say. “You liked them?”
I’m holding my breath waiting to hear what he’s about to say.
He leans in closer and lowers his voice like he’s telling me a secret. “Those were the best damn cookies I’ve ever had, Daisy.”
Holy shit-balls. Whenever he says my name, my nipples get hard. Sorry if that was a little too much info, but it’s true. He says my name, and it’s like I don’t mind it. My name, that is. For years, ever since I readThe Great Gatsby, I’ve hated my name. Like detested it. But that changed the day Gage Golden let it cross his lips—his sexy, sexy lips—so now I’d like to thank my father for the gift.
Wait… what?
No. I won’t thank my father for any of that. I’ll just be thankful he liked my cookies.
“Well, if you liked those, you should try my brownies.”
What the hell am I thinking?I want to punchmyselfin the throat.Pathetic much, Daisy?
“Well, if you’d like anyone to taste test one of your recipes, I volunteer.”
Wow. Wow-wow-wow. “How ’bout dinner?”
“Uh, what?” he stammers.
“I’ll make you dinner.”
“Oh.” He moves back one giant step. The most giant step I’ve ever seen. “I don’t think….”
“Right.” I feel the heat on my cheeks. It’s like fire. “Of course you wouldn’t want that—”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I would. It’s just—” He looks to his left. Toward Kara’s apartment.
“Oh. Okay. I see. The investigation.”
Nodding, he says what I already know. “You’re an eyewitness.”
