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Because personally, I was still as lost as ever.
Chapter Thirty-one
Miles
Saoirse was being weird.
First, she’d roped me into going to look at a litter of kittens with her after work, claiming Clementine needed a companion. We all knew Princess Clem would obliterate her enemies with a single swipe of her paw. And Luca and Saoirse were too busy worshiping her to even think of sharing their hearts with another.
Even though I didn’t buy she was genuinely looking for another cat, I’d agreed to go along. Because kittens. Maybe I’d adopt one for myself.
My house was kind of a hell hole at the moment, though. It’d probably be better to wait until I had floors and my electrical wires were no longer exposed.
That could be a while—especially since I’d taken a sledgehammer to almost every single wall. While cathartic, the physical manifestation of my frustration had only created a big fucking mess for me to clean up.
Saoirse had been driving around a neighborhood I recognized as being near Daisy’s. Up and down streets, she kept checking her phone and muttering.
“Why did I ride with you again?” I asked.
“We’re saving the environment by carpooling. Weston would be proud of us.”
“I don’t think you know where you’re going.”
“I’m following the directions, but they’re unclear. Oh, look. Daisy just texted. She has something I need to borrow. Let’s go there, then we’ll come back for the kittens.”
I stared at the side of her blonde head. “What do you need to borrow from Daisy?”
She lifted a shoulder. “Oh, you know, girl things. It’s private, Miles.”
“Do women loan out their vibrators?”
She burst out laughing. “I don’t think so. If they do, I don’t want to know about it.”
A minute later, she pulled up in front of Daisy’s place. Strangely, Saoirse seemed to know exactly how to get here. Then again, I didn’t know every move Daisy made. Maybe she and Saoirse hung out regularly.
Saoirse patted my knee. “Come on. It’s around back. I need your help.”
“So, your secret girl thing is heavy?”
Her nostrils flared. “What are you today, the question man?”
I followed behind her, noticing Reed’s light on next door. I hadn’t talked to him in a few days. I made a mental note to text him. He was starting his music class soon, but he was probably bored at home. Kid might’ve wanted to make some money by cleaning up drywall some idiot had scattered all over my house.
We rounded the corner to the back of the house, and I was about to ask if Daisy knew we were coming when everyone I knew and loved sprung out of nowhere screaming, “Surprise!”
I stumbled backward from the force of my shock. My first thought was we’d messed up someone else’s surprise. Then I scanned the crowd and decorations and landed on a banner strung between trees that very much had my name and “congratulations” on it.
Finally, there was Daisy, walking straight toward me, a “1” balloon in her hand.
She’d remembered.
This beautiful, confusing, fantastic fucking woman had remembered I’d been one year sober today.
“Daisy, what did you do?”
She was giggling as she fell into my arms, squeezing me tighter than her diminutive muscles should have been capable.
“Did you honestly think I would let this day go by without celebrating the shit out of you, Spreadsheet?”
