clever and inviting is going to be part of my world for at least four more days.
Maddie’s and Lexie’s jaws drop as they glare at Allie as though she’s Benedict Arnold.
Anne raises her hand. “Of course I’m in.” She points to Maddie and Lexie. “And so are they.” She turns her Stepford smile on them. “Or you can choose to be out. I think we can handle it between the six of us.”
Finally, Maddie says she’s in, but Lexie, the most stubborn of the three, says she’ll stay out of it. Finally, the wedding drama ends, and my nervousness about sitting next to Carter returns.
Carter groans while circling her shoulders.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She puts down her fork and massages her neck. “I’m thinking about staying in a hotel. Hell, why not? I can afford it now that I’m making the big bucks.”
I sniff a chuckle. “So is that why you left RT Creative? I didn’t pay you enough?”
She rolls her eyes as she massages her neck deeper. “No, that’s not it.”
I study her. Lots of shit goes through my mind. Can I invite her to stay at Daisy’s? The thought of a beautiful woman like her staying in a hotel downtown alone drives me crazy. I want her near.
I shift anxiously in my seat. “How about you stay with us? I’m sure Daisy won’t mind.” Before Carter can respond, I call Daisy.
“Yes?” Daisy says, lifting her eyebrows.
“Do you mind if Carter stays with us?”
“Not at all.” She smiles invitingly at Carter.
“I’m staying with you too,” Monroe declares.
Allie turns her snarl on Carter. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Carter smiles at Daisy, completely ignoring Allie. “Thank you, Daisy. I truly appreciate it. I can use a good night’s sleep.”
Of course the fact that two guests are leaving Anne’s house is the start of another long conversation, which begins with Anne making sure no one else will choose to leave the confines of her hospitable domain. Then the conversation turns into building more mother-in-law quarters in the backyard, and Lexie uses that opportunity to pry into Daisy and Jack’s affairs by asking if Jack will be interested in doing the work.
“Isn’t he a contractor?” Lexie asks.
Daisy just smiles graciously and says, “You would have to ask him that yourself.”
“You don’t know whether or not your husband is a contractor?” Lexie persists.
Daisy offers her that smile again as she calmly puts the eggs on her fork into her mouth and chews as if she didn’t hear a peep from Lexie.
Monroe snickers. “Well, okay then—I guess you have your answer to that question.” She laughs louder. I think Daisy has just made a fan of Monroe—and hell, me too.
Chapter 7
“ R obert gave me this ,” Jack says.
We’re on his private airplane inside a cabin, standing in front of a long table that has a computer control center on one side. I find the whole setup jarring. What does Jack need with all of these computers and screens?
I turn my attention back to Jack. He’s already reminded me a number of times that I am not to ask questions—so I don’t.
“That’s Vince’s temporary phone,” I say.
“Yes.” He holds it up. “You see this hairline crack running down the middle?”
I squint to see it. “Yeah, I do.”
“It’s not there by accident. Watch.”
Jack puts the phone into something that looks like a microwave. He taps on a keypad connected to the machine, and it turns on. My lips are parted in awe as I watch a sheet of fluorescent light flow over the device. The computer system turns on.
“What’s happening?” I ask Jack, figuring that’s a question he can answer.
“The saturated light is extracting cells off the phone and making a digital copy of them.”
I study Jack with furrowed eyebrows. “I thought you were in commercial real estate.”
He sniffs a chuckle. “I am.”
“Then what’s all this?”
Jack studies me with one eye narrowed. “You’re good, Mags, but that’s a question I still can’t
Maddie’s and Lexie’s jaws drop as they glare at Allie as though she’s Benedict Arnold.
Anne raises her hand. “Of course I’m in.” She points to Maddie and Lexie. “And so are they.” She turns her Stepford smile on them. “Or you can choose to be out. I think we can handle it between the six of us.”
Finally, Maddie says she’s in, but Lexie, the most stubborn of the three, says she’ll stay out of it. Finally, the wedding drama ends, and my nervousness about sitting next to Carter returns.
Carter groans while circling her shoulders.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She puts down her fork and massages her neck. “I’m thinking about staying in a hotel. Hell, why not? I can afford it now that I’m making the big bucks.”
I sniff a chuckle. “So is that why you left RT Creative? I didn’t pay you enough?”
She rolls her eyes as she massages her neck deeper. “No, that’s not it.”
I study her. Lots of shit goes through my mind. Can I invite her to stay at Daisy’s? The thought of a beautiful woman like her staying in a hotel downtown alone drives me crazy. I want her near.
I shift anxiously in my seat. “How about you stay with us? I’m sure Daisy won’t mind.” Before Carter can respond, I call Daisy.
“Yes?” Daisy says, lifting her eyebrows.
“Do you mind if Carter stays with us?”
“Not at all.” She smiles invitingly at Carter.
“I’m staying with you too,” Monroe declares.
Allie turns her snarl on Carter. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Carter smiles at Daisy, completely ignoring Allie. “Thank you, Daisy. I truly appreciate it. I can use a good night’s sleep.”
Of course the fact that two guests are leaving Anne’s house is the start of another long conversation, which begins with Anne making sure no one else will choose to leave the confines of her hospitable domain. Then the conversation turns into building more mother-in-law quarters in the backyard, and Lexie uses that opportunity to pry into Daisy and Jack’s affairs by asking if Jack will be interested in doing the work.
“Isn’t he a contractor?” Lexie asks.
Daisy just smiles graciously and says, “You would have to ask him that yourself.”
“You don’t know whether or not your husband is a contractor?” Lexie persists.
Daisy offers her that smile again as she calmly puts the eggs on her fork into her mouth and chews as if she didn’t hear a peep from Lexie.
Monroe snickers. “Well, okay then—I guess you have your answer to that question.” She laughs louder. I think Daisy has just made a fan of Monroe—and hell, me too.
Chapter 7
“ R obert gave me this ,” Jack says.
We’re on his private airplane inside a cabin, standing in front of a long table that has a computer control center on one side. I find the whole setup jarring. What does Jack need with all of these computers and screens?
I turn my attention back to Jack. He’s already reminded me a number of times that I am not to ask questions—so I don’t.
“That’s Vince’s temporary phone,” I say.
“Yes.” He holds it up. “You see this hairline crack running down the middle?”
I squint to see it. “Yeah, I do.”
“It’s not there by accident. Watch.”
Jack puts the phone into something that looks like a microwave. He taps on a keypad connected to the machine, and it turns on. My lips are parted in awe as I watch a sheet of fluorescent light flow over the device. The computer system turns on.
“What’s happening?” I ask Jack, figuring that’s a question he can answer.
“The saturated light is extracting cells off the phone and making a digital copy of them.”
I study Jack with furrowed eyebrows. “I thought you were in commercial real estate.”
He sniffs a chuckle. “I am.”
“Then what’s all this?”
Jack studies me with one eye narrowed. “You’re good, Mags, but that’s a question I still can’t
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