Don’t get mad, but …
I may have sipped a glass of wine.
Landry
You shouldn’t be mixing too much alcohol with your meds. You know better.
Daisy
Dude, don’t kill my vibe.
I accidentally chuckle out loud, then I look around nervously and make sure no one noticed before I continue.
Landry
Since when do you have a drinking vibe?
Daisy
I just wanted to be normal for one night.
I frown down at the phone. I know she only wants to be one of the girls, and even though having a drink wasn’t the smartest choice, I guess I can’t blame her this time.
Landry
Do you feel okay?
Daisy
I’m great. I promise.
Okay, I might be a little sad. But that’s only because everyone else has been trading stories about their husbands, and I can’t talk about mine.
Landry
I’ll be there to pick you up soon.
Daisy
Thank you, fake husband/real roomie/accidental bestie.
“S’okay, Doc,” Blake murmurs beside me. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
I furrow my brow and wipe the stupid smile off my face. “What secret?”
He smiles, his eyes still closed. “You’ve been driving Miss Daisy,” he intones.
“What?”
He laughs shortly and attempts to open his eyes again. “Maybe youdoknow.”
“Know what?”
“You can’t say no to her, can you?”
I scoff at his accusation, but my heart rate quickens. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Better yet, you don’twantto say no,” he adds with a yawn. “That’s how it starts, though, just a little bit of ‘I’ll make sure she has what she needs’ and one or two thoughts of ‘gah, she’s cute.’ Next thing you know, you’re moving her into your house and sniffing her hair when no one’s looking. Then it’s all over. It’s too late. You belong to her, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
