There was no sense denying it. “That doesn’t mean anything. I’ve been blushing since he gothere.”
“Really?” Kelly tipped her head to the side. “Is there somethinginterestinggoingon?”
Beckett folded his arms and leaned against the counter, waiting for her to answer the question. He wasn’t going to be any help. His eyes were tinted with curiosity. Too bad. Daisy wasn’t giving anything away before Wednesday’s post. “You’ll have to wait andsee.”
“Ugh! You stink at girl talk. You knowthat?”
“Hey, be nice,” Beckettwarned.
Daisy waved him off. “No worries. I’m horrible at it on purpose.” She smirked at the phone. “Now, did you want to switch over to a regular call or just talknow?”
Kelly sat up straight again. “Since you foiled my plan, I should just tell you that I called to talk toyou.”
Daisy waited for her to goon.
“We’ve had phenomenal success with the makeover campaign. So much that our president would like to invite you and a guest to our annual fundraising dinner, where they would like to present you with anaward.”
“An award?” Daisyrepeated.
Beckett’s mouth hungopen.
“I … uh …” She shrugged atBeckett.
“How come I’m not invited to this dinner?” Beckett asked. He sounded like an offended brother calling out his sister over taking the car on Friday night when it was histurn.
“Because you didn’t bring in a whole year’s budget in a couple weeks,” Kelly returned in the same tone of voice, making Daisygrin.
“Um, hello? I was the one she madeover.”
“Yeah, but no one cared if you cut your hair until it was Daisy doing thecutting.”
Beckettfrowned.
“Is he done yet?” Kellyasked.
“I think so. I’ll leave the room if he interrupts again.” Daisy dodged Beckett as he tried to tickle herside.
“He can be so demanding,” teasedKelly.
Beckett faked right and then went left. Daisy saw his move coming from a mile away and stepped out of reach. His fingers brushed the ends of her hair, making her giggle. “I prefer the termhigh-maintenance.”
“Ha!” Kellybarked.
Daisy circled the island, just out of Beckett’s reach. “Send me the deets on the dinner and I’ll check my calendar and get back toyou.”
“You got it.” They said goodbye and Daisy dropped the phone on the counter. “Take it.” Shelaughed.
He surged forward and caught her around the middle, pulling her body flush with his. The undercurrent became the current and carried them both away to a quiet place without cell phones and bosses anddinners.
He pressed his lips into the crook of her neck, swaying side to side as if there were a song only they could hear. Daisy moved with him, instinctively reaching up to run her nails lightly through the short hair at the base of his head. He moaned, his lips vibrating against herskin.
“Beck,” she whispered. “What are wedoing?”
“I’m kissing you,” hemurmured.
She didn’t have a chance to answer, because he moved his lips along her neck and to her jaw and her thoughts broke into tiny particles. She turned her head and his lips found hers, his large hands flat against herstomach.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” Quinton’s voice got louder with each “whoa.”
