Page 32 of Electric Kiss

That got her attention.

“What reasons were they?”

“You were so tight with your brothers. The four of you stuck together like glue. No one could infiltrate the bond you had except for Keith and Heidi. Then something imploded there, and then there was Freya and Luke. But no one else got in. You wouldn’t give anyone the time of day like we were not good enough.”

“But that wasn’t true. We had a lot to deal with.”

“Don’t we all?” he said, reaching for his coffee.

He took a sip and then set it down again. Daisy shifted in her chair, making it squeak. That got an amused smile from Nate.

“I don’t know what to say,” Daisy said, looking straight at Nate.

“What else is on the list? Because it seems you like talking to me, and for some reason, I settle your soul when I kiss you. The downside is that you’re so spaced out you don’t get to enjoy them, so I don’t know if I’m violating you somehow.”

She was floored at what he’d said, so she quickly put his mind at rest. “You’re not violating me, Nate. I don’t know why you settle me, but you do.”

“You settle me too,” he murmured.

Nate took another sip of his coffee, and so did Daisy. She didn’t know where to take the conversation next. Thankfully Nate did.

“Have you had any more episodes?”

“Not since the last one with Rob.”

“That’s good.”

Silence fell between them again, and Daisy’s coffee was nearly finished. She was about to ask Nate a question as he stared out of the window when the door flung open.

Stan Myers stood on the threshold. His hair was out in all directions. His bucket hat was nowhere in sight.

“Daisy,” he said with a sigh, his eyes narrowing in on the back of Nate’s head. “Hi, Nate.”

“Hey Stan,” Nate said, raising his mug but not turning around.

“How did you know it was Stan?”

“He has a unique voice.”

“Oh,” she said to Nate.

Daisy then looked at Stan and stared into his eyes and then groaned. “No.”

“I haven’t said anything,” Stan whined.

“Still no, Stan. Surely Jason, Archer or Luke can help. I play with calculators. What could you need with me?”

Nate laughed at her comment and sipped from his mug.

Stan dragged out his hand from his coat pocket.

Daisy was raising her hand, palm out to Stan.

“No, Stan, put your hand back in your pocket.”

“Too late,” he said, bringing out the spanner.

Daisy sagged in her chair and fake cried. “It can’t be my turn,” she wailed.

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