She smiled and nodded.“Cash wanted to apologize. Everything’s great.”
“Good.”
“Are you doneeating? I don’t mean to rush you, but I thought you might want to meet everyoneelse.” She nodded toward the door. “There’s also pie inside.”
“Did Maisie makethe pie?” Buzz asked.
Daisy laughed.“Yeah, buddy, Maisie made the pie. Several pies, actually.”
I’d never seen aman move so fast.
“I take it thisMaisie person makes good pies,” I said as I gathered my trash.
“Maisie isHatch’s wife.” Daisy grinned. “And ‘good pies?’ That’s basically theunderstatement of the year.”
I dumped mytrash in the can by the door and said, “Load me up, then.”
“Come on.” Sheled me back inside, and over to the table where the pies were already beingpicked through. Hatch was standing with a gorgeous blonde, practically gropingher as she tried to set more pastries out. I could only assume this was Maisie.
“Hatch, love, Iswear to god, I’m going to brain you if you don’t stop,” she warned in a sweetBritish accent.
He laughed,kissing the back of her neck as a tiny, blonde toddler came running up to him.“Pop Pop!”
“Hey, Tenleygirl,” he cooed, picking her up and holding her close.
“Oh my god,Daisy, there you are!”
“Hi, Poppy, haveyou been here the whole time?” Daisy asked as she hugged a young woman wholooked quite a bit like Maisie.
“Um, yes. I’vebeen stuck in the back with the kids because Tenley was having a meltdown.”
Daisy noddedtoward Hatch and Tenley. “Looks like she’s happy now.”
“That’s becauseshe got what she wanted,” Poppy said. “Pop Pop was the only cure.”
Daisy laughed.“Sorry, honey. Sometimes you just want Hatch.”
She sighed.“Apparently.”
“Poppy, this isHuck.”
“Oh, I’m sosorry for being rude.” She held her hand out to me. “It’s nice to meet you. Ibelong to Devon. I’m also Hatch and Maisie’s daughter. Um… my hubby’s aroundhere somewhere. Oh, there! Devon!”
She waved herhusband over and that was pretty much where my memory lapsed as far as nameswent. This club was big and every single person in it adored Daisy. A couple ofthe younger guys, a little too much for my liking.
At this point,Teagan had rejoined us, and Daisy had handed me a plate loaded with fourdifferent slices of pie.
She blushed.“You don’t have to eat them all.”
“I was gonna askfor five, but if you insist on underfeeding me…”
She let out aquiet snort. “Oh, I see how it is.”
I grinned,starting with the chocolate. “Fuck, this is unbelievable.”
Daisy smiled.“Told ya.”
Daisy’s momwalked over to us. I’d had the chance to meet her earlier and it was obviouswhere Daisy had gotten her good looks from. “Baby, are you staying or headinghome?”
