“Really… Daisy.” I almost called her sweetheart. Thank god I didn’t. That’d be very inappropriate. “Any and all information you can give me, us, will be helpful.”
She sighs and I hold my breath, waiting for her words. “No. I get it. I’m glad I could help.”
Several seconds tick by before she says, “Well, I’d better go.”
“Listen… I just got a pizza delivered.”Oh shit. What am I doing?
“Crap. I’m sorry. Why didn’t you say anything? I just—”
“No, I mean… do you want to come over?”Seriously, what the ever-loving hell am I doing?
“But you said—”
“I know what I said. There’s nothing wrong with us being friends.” Shit. I just friend-zoned her.
“Right. Friends.”
I wait for her to tell me she has other plans when she finally speaks. “What kind of pizza?”
My heart sort of flutters a little in my chest at her question. Is that weird? Should my heart flutter? Maybe I should get that checked out. “Great Plains. The Herbivore’s Delight on whole wheat, but I added pepperoni.”
Her laugh makes me smile. “You got a vegetarian pizza with meat?”
“I did. It’s the best.”
“Actually, it sounds delicious. Are you sure you have enough?”
“How much are you gonna eat?” I laugh. “I bought a large. I even got extra honey.”
“Oh, wow. I love dipping the crust in the honey.”
Me too. “So, are you in?”
“I’m in. This is my cell, so text me your address. I’ll be over in… well, soon.”
“Great.”
We hang up, and I send her my address. If she leaves right now, it’ll take her fifteen to twenty minutes to get here. That gives me a little time to tidy up my place and change into jeans and a shirt that doesn’t have holes in the armpits.
Chapter Seventeen
Daisy
What am I doing? I can’t believe I’m about to step onto Gage Golden’s front porch.
I take a moment to look at his little bungalow. Actually, the entire neighborhood is adorable. The streetlights look like old-time gas lamps that are bright enough for me to see what his place looks like. It’s cute and very neat. The grass is cut, and there are pretty flowers in beds all around the porch that extends the entire length of the front of the house. Taking two steps up, I find myself on a porch that’s the perfect spot for a swing.
“Oh God.” I attempt to swallow my nerves down. “I can’t believe I’m about to knock on Gage Golden’s front door.” Hisyellowfront door. If I told you I’ve always wanted a yellow front door, would you think I was nuts?
Just as I’m about to knock, his door opens wide, and I nearly choke. Gage in a police uniform is a sight to behold, but in a pair of jeans and a snug tee and bare feet? Well, I may just die from happiness on the spot. It’s my favorite look by far. He’s casual while still being rugged and sexy as hell.
“Damn.” I sort of mumble the word, but I think he heard me.
“I could say the same.”
I look down at the dress I’ve been wearing all day. The green and yellow floral one. “Oh, this old thing?” I giggle at my stupidity. He’s not the only one who can reference old shows.
“You look really nice.”
