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“I don’t mean to be rude, but what the hell did you ever see in that dick?”
She lifts one shoulder. “To be honest, I’m not sure. It’s funny how much clarity I’ve gained now that I’m on the outside looking in.”
“I know Poppy said you can stay at her grandparents’ house for as long as you want, but would you consider moving in ... with me?”
“It’s a little soon for that, don’t you think?”
“You and Jonah can move into one of the guest rooms if it makes you feel more comfortable. I’m not asking you to share a bed with me.” Although I’m not opposed to that. “I don’t want you back at the caravan park. It’s no place for a woman on her own. And if you’re here, I can take you to work, watch Jonah, and pick you up when your shift finishes, so you’re not travelling alone at night. I need to know you’re both safe.”
“I’ll think about it. Rushing into things with Jason is what got me into this mess in the first place. I don’t want to make the same mistake again.”
The comparison stings. “I’m nothing like that cocksucker, Daisy.”
“I know,” she says quickly, resting a hand on my arm. “That’s not what I meant.” It still hurts.
“Will you at least consider my offer?”
“Okay.”
“You have so much more equipment compared to what you did in some of your earlier videos,” Daisy says when we arrive at our job for the day and start unloading.
“Yeah. Some I bought, others were donated along the way.”
“Donated by who? Your countless devoted followers?”
“No, businesses.”
“Oh. That’s nice of them.”
“I’m fairly sure most of them did it as a marketing move. Free advertising. I’m not complaining, though.” I unlock my toolbox and reach inside to grab a new cap, handing it to Daisy. “This company sponsors my channel, so you’ll need to wear one of these.”
Her eyes widen as she turns it over, studying the logo on the front. “I want to help, but I don’t want to be in any of your videos.”
“Ah, come on, darlin’, be a good sport. My followers will lose their shit when they see I have a beautiful sidekick helping me.”
“I’ve read some of the comments on your posts, Nolan. A lot of your female followers are in love with the handsome, kind-hearted mower. Having me in your videos may work against you.”
A smug smile tugs at my lips. “You think I’m handsome?”
She slides the cap onto her head as a pretty pink blush creeps across her cheeks. “I have eyes.”
“You still watching my videos? My mum is ploughing through them and leaving comments on each one.”
“What kind of comments?”
I laugh. “The kind that makes me want to take away her internet access.”
Daisy smiles. “That bad?”
“I don’t mind the ‘I’m proud of you’ comments, but the oversharing needs to stop. Yesterday she told everyone what I was like as a teenager, what I hated eating, embarrassing stories from family holidays, and stupid random shit they didn’t need to know.”
Daisy laughs. “I can actually picture that.”
“The day before, she commented something about me being a little shit whenever I lost at board games as a kid, and how I’d lock myself in my room and sulk for hours afterwards.”
“Did you?”
“That’s not the point.”
