“I’m sure he did.”The words come out harsh and without holding back.I don’t want Isaac around anymore.
He’s spent so much time manipulating me, and I let him.I was so broken and hurt that I let it happen repeatedly until I became a shell of myself.
But that’s over, and he’s not winning this.I will not take the bait.He wants an argument.He wants me asking questions.He wants me mad, but more than all of this, he wants to make me question my relationship with Miles.
“Well, that’s disappointing that you didn’t get to see it.It was my housewarming present, especially since you didn’t invite me over.”
I feel my heart beginning to beat faster, harder, an anxiety building in me at his words, almost making me fearful of what he’s done.
If Miles found it first, there’s not a doubt in my mind that he got rid of it.Not out of jealousy or worry that I’d go back to Isaac, but because he knew it would trigger me.He did it to protect me.
When I don’t say anything, feeling my face grow pale, Isaac laughs, condescending and deep, as he looks around to see who is watching us.
“Ask him about it.Bet there’s a reason he didn’t want you to have it.You fucked up, Daisy.You fucked up big time, and I’m not letting you forget that.”
Before I can say anything, he turns on his heel and leaves, leaving me with my thoughts, leaving me to question what he did and why Miles didn’t tell me.
And that’s exactly what he wants.
It’slate by the time I get back home.After spending all morning giving lessons, I then swung by the shop to help Dad with another custom board for Flynn.Dude is crazy for Olsen boards.It’s like the fourth one he’s ordered from us.Although this one is a present for Alana, apparently.
Fucking cool, though, especially with him and Alana doing so well on the tour.
“Babe, you home?”I call out as I walk inside, dropping my keys on the counter.There’s no reply, and when I wander back to the bedroom, I see the house is empty.
Knowing Daze, she’s probably over at the bakery, trying to do as much stuff herself to save money on the contractor.I don’t really care what it costs because to me, it’s worth it.Besides, I’ve got the money, and there’s nothing I need, so I’d much rather spend it on my girl.
“Daze?”I call as I walk in through the back door of the shop.
I can hear noises coming from the front—a loud banging noise.When I walk through, I see her smashing at the old wooden counter with a huge mallet, a huge pile of broken wood already on the floor at her feet.
“You working something off?”I ask, coming to stand in front of her, a grin on my face.“Because I can help with that if you need me to.”
She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even look up or acknowledge that I’m standing here.
“Daze,” I try again.
She finally stops, the hammer hanging at her side as she looks at me.“Yeah?”
I step toward her, my hand cupping her jaw as I close the distance and press a kiss to her lips.“Hey,” I whisper.
“Hey,” she replies, her eyes flicking away from mine.
“You okay?”I ask, even though I can already tell something is bothering her.
“Yeah,” she says with a nod.
“Daze,” I start, tilting her face up to mine.“What’s going on?”
She sucks in a breath, letting it out slowly before she says, “What did Isaac do?”
“What?”I ask, my hand falling to my side.
“What did Isaac do?”she repeats, blinking up at me.“He said he left me a note.What did it say?”
“Fuck,” I mutter, scrubbing a hand over my face and around to the back of my head.“Did he come see you at the bar?”I ask, not answering her question.
“Yes, what did the note say?”she asks again, clearly frustrated.
