Too far with Daisy… what would that look like? He didn’t know anymore. He knew he was falling too hard for this woman who wasn’t looking for another relationship. He knew he was repeating old mistakes.
But he also knew he wanted to lean forward and kiss her more than anything.
He ran his thumb over Daisy’s cheekbone, and a whimper left her lips.
Was this going too far?
He didn’t have a second to think about it before someone called out,
‘Heads!’
And he had to shift from nearly kissing Daisy to shielding her from the incoming Frisbee. Luckily, the plastic disc hit his forearm and not Daisy’s lovely face.
She blinked up at him from under his arm.
‘What the hell was that?’
‘Frisbee.’
A young woman came running over to retrieve it.
‘Sorry!’ she called. ‘The wind took it.’
‘No problem.’ Elliot handed it back while Daisy sat, still dazed beside him. If the stunned look on her face was from their almost kiss or from nearly being decapitated, he wasn’t sure.
‘Oh, Daisy!’ the girl said. ‘I was trying to convince my sister to use you for her wedding flowers.’
That snapped Daisy out of it.
‘Really? That’d be?—’
The Frisbee girl cut her off. ‘She didn’t go for it, though, which is too bad because I really hate her fiancé and I was hoping you could do some of your magic on him.’
‘I don’t… it’s not… magic.’
She shrugged. ‘Whatever it is, I was really hoping to get rid of this guy. I hate to think he’ll be my brother-in-law soon.’ She shrugged again. ‘Oh, well. I’ll let you two get back to your date.’ With that she ran off and left a deflated Daisy and an imprint of her Frisbee in their lunch.
‘You’ll figure it out, Daisy.’
She sighed. ‘Yeah, maybe. Or maybe I’ll let down generations of women who have kept the shop running for decades. You said it yourself, remember? Daisy’s flower shop has always been known for weddings, and I can’t seem to book a single one anymore.’
‘You won’t let them down.’
‘You have an awful lot of faith in me for someone that barely knows me.’
Elliot shrugged. ‘It’s my job as your fake boyfriend.’
‘Gee, thanks.’
At some point they’d started holding hands again, their fingers intertwined in his lap. He gave her a little squeeze.
‘Don’t you want to keep quizzing me on my childhood? I have some real interesting sibling rivalry stuff we could get into.’
‘Ooh… sounds juicy.’ Her smile was slowly returning. ‘I always wanted a sibling.’
‘It can be nice sometimes.’
‘And not nice other times?’
