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“Put me down. We’ll be late.”
He picked his head up from my shoulder, a half-grin pulling at his mouth. “Enough feelings for one night?”
I rolled my eyes. “More than enough. Come on, I have to get in business mode.”
He sat me back in my seat, but not before delivering a kiss to the top of my head. “Missed you, Cupcake.”
I grumbled, and he waited, staying in my door and space before I relented. “Fine. I missed you too. Can we go now?”
I heard him cackling even after he closed my door, but I didn’t mind the sound. If Miles was laughing, things couldn’t be so bad.
Right now, they were pretty damn okay.
Chapter Twenty-four
Miles
I was stupid.
I made reckless decisions.
I regularly blew up my life.
All of that had been established.
What I came to face today? I was one lucky motherfucker. I’d been offered forgiveness more than I was certain I’d deserved.
I had not foreseen Daisy being as angry with me as she was. Nor as hurt. She’d been right, though. I had baggage, and I let that affect my relationships—including with her.
Stupid.
I had her forgiveness, and it went without saying it was a one-time thing. If we parted again, it would be for good. The idea of not seeing her ever again made my gut sink like a stone.
I just had to get my shit together and stop making out with her whenever I felt the whim. She wasn’t exactly making it easy in her pretty, black, Lydia-coded dress. Smelling like flowers and sugar, working the room like a boss.
We were at a fundraiser luncheon for the local Boys and Girls Club. Peak Strategies donated to them, which meant when their fundraising chair—who didn’t know the meaning of personal space or mouthwash—set his sights on me, he waylaid me into a prolonged conversation. Daisy, wisely, had gotten out of dodge as fast as she could, murmuring something about seeing someone she recognized. We both damn well knew she’d been lying. Finally extricating myself from Garlic Breath, I went in search of her. In another setting, I might have given her bratty ass a smack for leaving me on my own like that.
She wasn’t easy to spot. Even in her heels, she was shorter than most of the mingling crowd. A few more people tried to stop me, but every minute that passed I couldn’t see her made my stomach knot.
My searching gaze landed on the well-preserved woman she was speaking to before I found her, and my guts dropped in horror.
Hell no. This isn’t happening.
I crossed the room as quickly as I could, hoping against hope not too much damage had been done. Those hopes were dashed as soon as I picked up on their conversation.
“It’s grazing-by-Daisy-dot-com? Is that where all your pictures are?”
“Some pictures are on my site,” Daisy kindly explained. “The majority are on Instagram, though. I add more with each job.”
“Oh, how clever. I’m not the greatest with social media, but I’d love to see more of your work. By chance, are you doing any weddings soon?”
I placed a none-too-gentle hand on my mother’s shoulder. “Hello, Mom.”
She stiffened for a split second before shifting into acting mode. She turned to me with wide, innocent eyes. “Oh, Miles! I had no idea you were here, my love. What a coincidence. I was just talking to this sweet woman about—”
“I heard. You were trying to pry information about Weston’s wedding out of Daisy.”
The color drained from Daisy’s face as she looked back and forth between us. Probably searching for the resemblance. I had inherited her hazel eyes, but I was the spitting image of my father. A nice face was the one thing he’d given me, as much good as it’d done me.
