The waythatDaisy was staring atthatElliot…
Daisy wondered if she looked at this Elliot in the same way.
After saying their goodbyes to Henry, they made their way out of the farmhouse and down the dusty drive to where they’d parked. Several fluffy chickens followed them out.
‘Are these normal chickens?’ Elliot asked.
‘I don’t know. Who cares?’ Daisy snapped, her emotions bubbling over.
‘You’re upset.’
‘Of course I’m upset, Elliot! Our relatives were clearly in love and what if they had a secret baby and what if we’re related!’ she yelled and the nearest chicken gave a startled cluck.
Elliot blinked. ‘I think you’re jumping to a lot of conclusions. We don’t know if I’m related to that man.’
She scowled at him as the weird chickens circled their feet.
‘They seem fluffier than normal chickens.’
‘Shut up about the damn chickens!’ She continued storming off to his car, ignoring his shocked expression.
‘Why are you so mad about us possibly being distantly related?’ he asked when he caught up to her. She was leaning against the passenger-side door, and he came to stand in front of her.
‘Because.’ She crossed her arms petulantly over her chest.
‘Because, why?’
‘Because, Elliot,’ she said with a sigh, ‘if we are related then I need to stop having sexual fantasies about you.’
The man turned bright red in an instant.
‘I… well… uh…’
Daisy waved him away. ‘Never mind.’
‘Never mind?! Daisy, you can’t say something like that and then expect me to forget it.’
She sighed. This was a strange day.
‘What can I say? I have a professor-kink and you’ve been looking very… professor-y lately; always poring over a book or looking at me all stern-like. And then, when you’re not doing that, you’re holding my hand or being all sweet. And frankly, Elliot, what is a girl to do?!’
He stared at her, his mouth hanging open.
She may have broken him.
‘Say something.’ She nudged his foot with the toe of her black boot.
Elliot met her gaze.
‘Your grandmother said your great-aunt never had children.’
‘That weknowof.’
‘We’ll find out. We’ll find out for sure.’ Suddenly, he was a man on a mission.
Daisy smirked. ‘And why are you so eager to find out?’
He stormed around to his side of the car and wrenched open the door. ‘Because I have plenty of my own sexual fantasies, Daisy, and they all involveyou.’
