No. She hadn’t been a virgin. But until tonight, she’d only ever been with David.
He was with other people.
If a video of her with Declan were to be played somewhere? Well, he wasn’t anyone’s husband. She wasn’t anyone’s wife. It might be embarrassing, but it wouldn’t break anything.
She’d wanted him. She had him.
If David got to behave that way, why didn’t she?
Well. She had.
Whatever the consequences were, they would be hers.
Whatever the consequences were, she would gladly accept them.
They would be a small price to pay for the best sex of her life.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Daisy
The universe listens.
—Rules for Witches
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
That was a stupid thing to realize right when she ran into the emergency room, but then the whole situation was very weird and very stupid. She’d been half naked and kissing Zach on his couch when she’d gotten a frantic call from Jonathan’s mother that she needed to go to the ER to get the kids because they were there with Amberly and she was out of town.
Daisy’s heart had stopped for a few seconds before she’d realized it wasn’t the kids being admitted to the ER.
Jonathan had had an accident working on something in the garage and had been rushed to the hospital, and Amberly was there with all three kids.
So she’d gotten dressed as quickly as possible and driven down to the ER while Zach protested about her driving herself. But she had to have her car, because she had to have a car seat for Alden. Also, she was avoiding rolling into the ER with Zach. But her bra was at his house, so there was that.
She rushed across the room where Amberly was sitting, pouting, and staring at the kids who were in their pajamas. Avery was stoic. Wrenwas crying. Alden was down on his knees playing with a toy truck and looking unconcerned.
“Oh, Daisy!” Amberly flung her arms around Daisy’s neck.
“Oh ...” She patted the younger woman on the middle of her back. “It’s ... it’s okay.”
“Oh, God! It was awful.” Amberly’s face was streaked with tears, and there was blood on her pink shirt, which read, in glitter:Bonus Mom.
Irritation. Anger. Pity. Solidarity. Fear. Compassion. They hit Daisy one by one, so fast she could hardly decode one before the next hit.
“He’s . . . okay?”
“I had to put his finger in a ziplock bag!”
“Oh!” She hadn’t expected a detached finger.
“I’ve never seen anything so awful.”
“But he’s okay? I mean, they can put it back on, right?”
Amberly sniffed. “That’s what they said, that they could reattach it.”
“That’s promising.”
