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I mentally retrace my steps from the night and ask, “And how many of the blueberry basil?”
Her face lights up. “Three. Those were incredible. Oh, but my favorite was the sea salt caramel bourbon. I had four samples of those.”
“I think it’s time for some water,” I say, loud enough for my sister Summer to hear me.
“On it,” Harmony says, excusing herself, then returning with bottled water for Daisy.
“Water. Water is good for me,” Daisy slurs when I crack open the screw top lid and hand it to her.
I chuckle and kiss the top of her head.
“Let’s get you home.”
chapter
ten
Daisy
“Owen, you are the most politely perfect date ever!”
I don’t realize why he’s chuckling at everything I say, but I’m excited that he’s accepted my invitation to come inside for a few minutes.
Maybe tonight’s the night I’ll get lucky after…how many years has it been? Ugh, let’s not think about that.
Funny, I’m usually nervous before sex, but tonight I am as mellow as a cucumber.
I am cracking myself up.
“First things first,” I say, unbuttoning my jeans once we reach the bedroom.
“Oh crap,” he says.
When I turn to look at him over my shoulder, Owen is blocking the view of my pink thong and averting his gaze.
“Daisy, what are you doing?”
“These jeans are uncomfortable!” I declare, bending over and hopping toward the bed so I can sit down and peel them off my shins. It’s not the sexiest move, but we’re all grownups here.
“Oh no,” I say, looking down forlornly at my feet. “I forgot to take my boots off first.”
More chuckling comes from Owen as I collapse backward on the bed.
“I’m done. This is as far as I go.”
“Come on, Daisy,” he says softly. “Let’s get you comfortable.”
“I’m good. You can go if you want.”
He rumbles, “I can’t just leave you like this.”
Before I can wonder why he’s kneeling on the floor in front of me, I feel his hand cup my ankle while the other hand slowly unzips one of my ankle boots.
I make a more-than-satisfied moan as he removes my boots carefully, one at a time. I feel so much better that I let my eyes close.
“Sweetheart, roll over a little so I can help you take off your jacket.”
I grumble and flop over on my side, giving him room to do whatever he wants. With some minor adjustments, Owen is able to remove my jacket completely, and I hear him toss it into my hamper in the corner.
