apartment?”
Daisy’s answer was nothing more than muffled noise.
He looked around him again, pretty much back to the same predicament he’d been in before the girls appeared. He surveyed his surroundings again, hoping to recall something familiar.
Nothing.
Sighing, he plunked down into one of the worn, waiting-room-style chairs in the hallway across from the elevator.
“Great.”
C HAPTER 8
“W hy would the spell conjure this dude?” Madison said. “He’s pretty much a tool.”
Daisy shrugged. She was beginning to wonder that herself.
“He doesn’t know anything about true love,” Emma said, shaking her head.
No, he didn’t. That much Daisy was very certain about.
“Well, he is a demon,” Madison said. “It’s not like anyone would expect a demon to know a lot about love.”
Daisy had to agree with that too. And they were going to be stuck with this guy until he found a boyfriend for Poppy. At this rate, they’d have him here forever. This was not good. After all, Mrs. Maloney was going to be back in a few weeks.
“We have to figure out a way to make him more appealing to Poppy.”
“If he’d keep his mouth shut, that would probably help a lot,” Madison said.
Again, Daisy couldn’t argue.
“He’s so good looking,” Emma said, her voice wistful. “You’d just think he’d be more charming.”
All three girls nodded at that one.
The elevator doors opened, and they stepped out, staying in the little lobby area. Madison collapsed into one of the peach upholstered chairs. Emma leaned against the wall and Daisy paced.
“We need to come up with a story so that his stupid comment suddenly makes sense,” Daisy said, thinking aloud. “A reason blondes would have a bad association for him.”
“A bad experience with bleach?” Madison suggested.
“Highlights gone wrong,” Daisy said with a giggle.
“What if a blonde broke his heart?” Emma said. “And left him afraid to love again?”
Madison snickered, but Daisy stopped pacing.
“That’s a great idea, Emma,” Daisy said, her mind already inventing a story. A heartbreaking story.
“He needs to be wounded just like a hero in a romance novel. Poppy will go for that.”
“Hey.”
Poppy looked up from her computer to see Daisy in the doorway of her small home office.
“Hey,” Poppy said, welcoming the distraction. She’d been trying to finish up the last couple chapters of a legal textbook she’d been hired to copyedit. But her mind wasn’t on the work, which was dry at best. Today it was downright painful.
Two more heads poked into her office; Poppy should have known Daisy wouldn’t be alone. Her little sister was rarely without her friends.
“Hi, girls.”
“I didn’t expect you home this early,” Daisy said, coming into the room and flopping down on the brass daybed.
Emma joined her, although she perched on the edge of the cushion, looking oddly nervous. She fidgeted, twirling one of her blond curls around her finger. Madison remained leaning on the doorframe, but even in her slouched position Poppy got the impression she was uncomfortable.
Daisy, however, lounged among the gingham pillows, picking at the chipped nail polish on her index finger with no worries on her face.
Poppy usually didn’t mind Daisy’s entourage, but this afternoon, she was a little frazzled. Time spent in the company of someone like Killian O’Brien was nerve-wracking on many levels.
“So why are you back so early?” Daisy asked again.
Poppy glanced at Madison. She could hardly answer Daisy’s question honestly with the man’s cousin—second cousin? whatever—with his family member here.
She looked back at Daisy. “Well, I did have some work I had to get done.”
“You are a workaholic,” Daisy said, not for the first time.
Poppy knew she could be, although the past half hour hadn’t been an example of that.
“Killian’s a workaholic too,” Madison said, coming into the room. She nudged Emma with her hip,
Daisy’s answer was nothing more than muffled noise.
He looked around him again, pretty much back to the same predicament he’d been in before the girls appeared. He surveyed his surroundings again, hoping to recall something familiar.
Nothing.
Sighing, he plunked down into one of the worn, waiting-room-style chairs in the hallway across from the elevator.
“Great.”
C HAPTER 8
“W hy would the spell conjure this dude?” Madison said. “He’s pretty much a tool.”
Daisy shrugged. She was beginning to wonder that herself.
“He doesn’t know anything about true love,” Emma said, shaking her head.
No, he didn’t. That much Daisy was very certain about.
“Well, he is a demon,” Madison said. “It’s not like anyone would expect a demon to know a lot about love.”
Daisy had to agree with that too. And they were going to be stuck with this guy until he found a boyfriend for Poppy. At this rate, they’d have him here forever. This was not good. After all, Mrs. Maloney was going to be back in a few weeks.
“We have to figure out a way to make him more appealing to Poppy.”
“If he’d keep his mouth shut, that would probably help a lot,” Madison said.
Again, Daisy couldn’t argue.
“He’s so good looking,” Emma said, her voice wistful. “You’d just think he’d be more charming.”
All three girls nodded at that one.
The elevator doors opened, and they stepped out, staying in the little lobby area. Madison collapsed into one of the peach upholstered chairs. Emma leaned against the wall and Daisy paced.
“We need to come up with a story so that his stupid comment suddenly makes sense,” Daisy said, thinking aloud. “A reason blondes would have a bad association for him.”
“A bad experience with bleach?” Madison suggested.
“Highlights gone wrong,” Daisy said with a giggle.
“What if a blonde broke his heart?” Emma said. “And left him afraid to love again?”
Madison snickered, but Daisy stopped pacing.
“That’s a great idea, Emma,” Daisy said, her mind already inventing a story. A heartbreaking story.
“He needs to be wounded just like a hero in a romance novel. Poppy will go for that.”
“Hey.”
Poppy looked up from her computer to see Daisy in the doorway of her small home office.
“Hey,” Poppy said, welcoming the distraction. She’d been trying to finish up the last couple chapters of a legal textbook she’d been hired to copyedit. But her mind wasn’t on the work, which was dry at best. Today it was downright painful.
Two more heads poked into her office; Poppy should have known Daisy wouldn’t be alone. Her little sister was rarely without her friends.
“Hi, girls.”
“I didn’t expect you home this early,” Daisy said, coming into the room and flopping down on the brass daybed.
Emma joined her, although she perched on the edge of the cushion, looking oddly nervous. She fidgeted, twirling one of her blond curls around her finger. Madison remained leaning on the doorframe, but even in her slouched position Poppy got the impression she was uncomfortable.
Daisy, however, lounged among the gingham pillows, picking at the chipped nail polish on her index finger with no worries on her face.
Poppy usually didn’t mind Daisy’s entourage, but this afternoon, she was a little frazzled. Time spent in the company of someone like Killian O’Brien was nerve-wracking on many levels.
“So why are you back so early?” Daisy asked again.
Poppy glanced at Madison. She could hardly answer Daisy’s question honestly with the man’s cousin—second cousin? whatever—with his family member here.
She looked back at Daisy. “Well, I did have some work I had to get done.”
“You are a workaholic,” Daisy said, not for the first time.
Poppy knew she could be, although the past half hour hadn’t been an example of that.
“Killian’s a workaholic too,” Madison said, coming into the room. She nudged Emma with her hip,
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