Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“You’re going through with it?” Nate wasn’t sure how to bring this up, wasn’t sure he even should. It was weird to think of Carys and Aidan without Tristan. They were a threesome. Always had been. He’d thought they always would be. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d put off the wedding because of Tristan’s job.
A grim look came over his friend’s face. “I’m going through with it no matter what this time. I’m not letting her down again. If Tristan’s work is more important than our wife, then he’s made his choice.”
Somehow he thought there was more to the situation, but he didn’t think he was the guy Aidan was going to talk to. “Well, I’ll be there.”
“Of course you will. You’re one of my groomsmen.” Aidan got a wistful smile on his face. “We’ll go get our tuxes fitted next week. It’ll be fun.”
“You let me know and I’ll be there.” And he would be there tonight. Maybe he would even meet Daisy again. It would be fun to see how the pixie had grown up. She’d been an awkward child, all gangly and skinny, with braces and untamable hair.
She would remind him of his childhood. Remind him of when he thought he knew what he wanted to do with his life.
Maybe a friendship with her would be good for him. And apparently amusing since she was a ball of chaos.
Aidan glanced down at his watch. “They should be done soon. I’m going back upstairs. I bet I get to either babysit my sister or come back at five and pick her up. Either way, my father will lecture me on how it’s my sacred duty to ensure no harm befalls Saint Daisy. The man’s blinders are strong. See you at the club tonight.”
He waved and then got back to work.
Tonight he would figure out if he could reconnect with a lifestyle he’d once loved.
Or he would sit and drink in the bar. Yeah, that was probably how his night would go.
Chapter Three
Daisy sat in the locker room at The Hideout. It was one of her favorite places on the planet, but tonight she felt antsy.
It had been a genuinely terrible day, and Aidan being willing to take her in for the night was the only reason she wasn’t locked in her parents’ house.
Come tomorrow she would have a bodyguard on her twenty-four seven. She’d done it again. She’d upturned everyone’s lives when all she’d wanted to do was help.
Should she give in and go home? Was she causing more trouble than she was worth?
It was kind of the question that plagued her life.
“Hey, you okay?”
She looked up and Carys Taggart was already dressed in an emerald green corset and matching boy shorts. She had an elaborate mask in her hand. It wouldn’t cover up the pile of glorious auburn hair on her head. Her hair would give her away at a party like the one going on in the club this evening. It wouldn’t matter. She only wanted to play with Aidan.
Well, Aidan and Tristan, but it looked like Carys was going to be permanently down a Dom.
So naturally she was here checking on Daisy. “I’m fine. I guess everyone heard.”
Carys sat down on the bench next to Daisy. “About you being a badass and taking down a cartel? Yup.”
She should have known her future sister-in-law would have her back. Carys was the best. “I don’t think that’s the way my da saw it. I probably didn’t make things easier for myself by posting a selfie. My parents do not understand the importance of social media.”
Carys chuckled. “I’m sure they don’t. You know if you hadn’t posted the social media pic, no one would have known where you were. Think about it. Now, the parental units are not here tonight, so you’re just talking to me. Not your brother, either. Are you okay?”
“I guess I feel dumb.” She was feeling beyond dumb. She felt useless. “I’ll be better tomorrow, I’m sure.”
Though maybe she was being overly optimistic since tomorrow she would wake up at her brother’s place and start the new job her father had basically forced her into. Forced her upon everyone else.
She’d overheard the deep discussion between Uncle Ian and Uncle Alex about how much more insurance they would need and whether or not she would find a way to burn down the building.
She wouldn’t. Not intentionally at least.
Carys was a gorgeous young woman who looked so much like her mother, Grace Taggart. Carys was everything Daisy wished she could be. Smart. Successful. A doctor. Carys knew what she wanted to do with her life, what she was good at. She reached out and put her hand over Daisy’s. “You are anything but dumb. You are a light in the world, Daisy O’Donnell, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. What you did yesterday was brave.”