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“Rock stars don’t clear glasses in pubs,” Maria told him, “he’s Daisy’s friend with benefits from Canada.”

I said nothing, gave them zero eye contact and got on with the job I wasn’t paid to do. With the unexpected appearance of a fan and overhearing their conversation, it reinforced my resolve that after the holiday I had to contact my PR agent to discuss a strategy for going public with Daisy.

When Daisy’s hour was up, I went back upstairs and found her sitting in her lounge, laptop closed, drinking tea.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” I clarified at the same time as I slid my cell from my pocket, ready to call up an Uber.

“Let me change my T-shirt and shoes and I’ll be ready to roll,” she replied.

I stayed put in the sitting room, knowing that following her while she changed would have been a terrible idea, as we’d probably have ended up naked and we’d never have left the pub.

Thankfully, true to her word, Daisy was ready in minutes, and with an almost instant Uber on tap, we arrived at the hotel in just over an hour and a half from when my family had left us.

“What are you two doing here?” Daisy asked, sounding annoyed the moment we’d pushed through the door. It took me a moment to digest that her two sisters were stood in the foyer, dressed to the nines in what was very obviously party outfits.

“Didn’t anyone tell you? We’re taking Ryan and Nick clubbing,” Belle advised, cheerily.

“Bad idea,” Daisy growled, catching Belle by her elbow. She led her out of earshot to speak with her.

“Hi,” Poppy said, shyly, clearly tongue-tied to find herself on her own with me again.

“Hey, sweetheart. Where are you going?” I asked, trying not to have the same wicked thoughts about my nephews that were obviously going on in my girl’s head. I was all for my nephews having fun, but not at the expense of putting further strain on my relationship with Daisy.

“We’re off to Mother, a nightclub in town. It’s not just us,” she added quickly, in her soft Irish accent. “There’s about a dozen of us going, four other boys and girls.” She shrugged and looked guilty about the arrangements they’d made without anyone else being aware. “We just thought… you know, Ryan and Nick are here and with them not able to go legally into clubs in America, it would be nice to show them how young people in Ireland have fun.”

“I expect young people have fun the same the world over… in first world countries, but I understand Daisy’s concerns. If any of you hook up, how would that affect my relationship with Daisy?”

“Erm, I think it’s a bit late to wonder about that,” Poppy admitted, nodding her head in the direction of Daisy and Belle who had been joined by Ryan. His hand was draped around Belle’s shoulder and from the look on his face he was trying his best to placate Daisy and reassure her all was well.

“Fuck,” I muttered then stole a glance at Poppy who stood adoringly biting her bottom lip.

“Wow, you look hot,” Nick told Poppy as he swaggered over toward us with his hands held out at his sides, his hungry eyes devouring every inch of my girl’s younger sister.

“Looking is all you’re doing, Nick… you got me?”

“Roger that,” he replied with a smirk. “Right now, at any rate,” he added and flinched with the scowl I shot back at him.

“You’re all young hot people, I get it, but you have to use your head this time, Nick. Just be extra careful … both of you,” I muttered and wandered toward Daisy and the others, expecting to put out a fire.

“Gotcha,” I heard Nick reply, the response registering later than usual.

“Is there a problem?” I asked, acting innocent.

“I’d say so, wouldn’t you?” Daisy snapped back, glaring at Belle once again.

“Not from where I’m standing, baby. They’re going clubbing with eight other people.”

“But these are going together,” she argued.

“Of course, they are, the boys don’t know what they’re doing. Your sisters are being great hosts.”

“Oh, that’s what they’re calling themselves these days?” she shot back, her voice laced with sarcasm.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Daisy?” Belle asked, folding her arms in definance. “You’re the only one allowed to have fun now? It may have escaped your notice, but my mother was with us on Christmas Day, I don’t need another,” she snapped.

“Don’t start acting all sassy—” Daisy warned.

“She doesn’t have to act, she’s a very cool chick,” Ryan interjected defending Belle.

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