That wasn’t really a problem as far as Daisy was concerned. In fact, being friends first was a benefit. Her parents had started out as friends and they continued to layer love and respect and years on top of that. “You can still be friends.”
“I meant you and me.”
Daisy dropped her legs to the floor at the same time Jason shot. The bullet hit her and bounced off.
“Aunt Daisy!” Jason threw both hands up and then dropped them dramatically.
“Sorry!” Daisy handed him the bullet before turning her attention to Vivian. “What is wrong with being my friend?”
“Nothing—it just complicates the whole Quinton thing.”
Daisy lifted her hands to protest, but Vivian jumped in with, “I don’t need complicated—in any shape or form.”
“But then …” Daisy searched for the right words—ones she could use in front of Jason. “Beingnotsingle always has complications—always.”
“I know that. Which is why I’m choosing to be single. My life is complicated enough.”
Jason shot out the remaining corner of the tower and the whole thing tumbled to the ground. He jumped up, ready to retrieve his bullets and start again.
“Hold on there, Rambo. It’s time for church.” Vivian blocked his retreat.
“Awww.” Jason kicked a cup across the room.
Vivian suppressed the flash of annoyance. She smiled and pointed at the cup. “You’re going to want to pick that up.”
“I know.” Jason moaned and groaned but he did as asked. Soon all the cups were neatly stacked on the counter and the bullets stored in the toy box.
Daisy took advantage of the few minutes that Jason was in his room getting on his shoes to say, “I know it could be messy if things didn’t work out between you two, but you don’t have to worry about me. Okay? I want you both to be happy, and if that means you’re together, that’s great. If it means you’re not, I’m good with that too. Please don’t let me stand in the way of your happiness.”
“Do you think Quinton would make me happy?”
“No.”
Vivian started.
Daisy hastened to explain. “You make yourself happy. If you are miserable before you started a relationship, then you’ll be miserable in the relationship. So, no, Quinton won’t make you happy. But I think you two would laugh a lot—and that’s huge.”
Vivian hugged her tight. “I’m sticking to my guns on this one, but it means a lot to me that you think I’m good enough to date your brother—especially since you know so much about my past.”
“Are you kidding? You’re amazing.” Daisy patted her on the back. “And I’d be totally lost without you—you know that, right?”
Vivian laughed lightly. Jason slid into the room on his knees, pronouncing, “I’m ready.”
Both women laughed at his antics. Daisy may not have figured out hersituationwith Beckett, but she had figured out the Quinton-Vivian mystery. Maybe church would hold the revelation regarding what she was supposed to do about a guy who kissed like the god of thunder and said as many words about the whole thing as Mimevizzion.
Chapter Seventeen
EveryDayGlam!Beauty Tip
When you find a stylist who makes you feel happy, beautiful, and accomplished after seeing him or her, you want to feed your relationship to keep it healthy.
Be on time for your appointments and be realistic about your expectations—if you have straight hair, don’t bring in a picture of Sarah Jessica Parker’s curls and expect a miracle.
Keep your personal drama out of the chair—you want a friendly/professional relationship that makes discussing problems, should they arise, not awkward.
“If you keep running your fingers through my hair like that, I’m going to bail on this whole haircut thing.” Beckett groaned in pleasure as Daisy combed through his hair, her fingernails lightly scraping his scalp. She and the barber were deep in conversation about his options.
“How did you have it before you grew it out?” Daisy continued to work her way through his mane.
