Page 33 of Electric Kiss

Nate was laughing at her antics.

“Your brothers said if it’s something any of you can sort out, then it’s your turn.”

She sighed, dropped her head into her hands and stifled a groan. She had a lot of work to get done.

“What is the issue?”

“The lead actor has a problem.”

Daisy snapped her head up and gave him her squinted stare.

Nate moved his chair to the side so he could watch the proceedings like it was a tennis match.

“Can’t the director or producer help?”

“It’s not a movie issue.”

“Then what is it?”

“He broke his boat.”

Silence.

Then Daisy’s eyes shot straight to Nate, and he grinned like a Cheshire cat, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in his chair on the back legs.

“This can’t be a coincidence,” Daisy said low, feeling like she’d been set up.

“It kind of is but kind of isn’t. See, I saw Nate skulking about when I was trying to figure out a way to sort the problem, and then I put two and two together. The actor is living on his boat while filming here, and something is wrong with something. I forget the terminology. I was busy trying to find where we could put him up while he was filming, not thinking we could fix his boat. I went to Hill’s Workshop, and it was all closed up. Now I know why.”

“Did you even try my brothers?” Daisy said with a sigh.

Stan stalked forward, tossed the spanner on the table and then retreated to the threshold.

“No. Can you convince Nate to fix his boat so he can stay on it and the filming won’t be delayed? We want to make a good impression.”

Daisy looked from Nate’s smug grin to Stan’s wide-mouthed eek face and back to Nate. She knew this would cost her and cost her big, but she was all for making Edward Hall a success.

“I’ll give it my best shot, but Nate here hates the Turners, so I don’t know if I can pull it off,” Daisy said.

Nate didn’t correct her, and she looked at Stan. He was shrugging his shoulders like this wasn’t news to him.

“Good luck,” Stan stage whispered and closed the door on them.

“Shit,” Daisy said.

“I cannot wait for this,” Nate said, rubbing his hands.

Daisy sighed heavily. “Name your terms.”

Eight hours later, Daisy was sitting on a cushion, snuggled into a jumper five times too big for her, leaning against the bathtub in her ensuite. She’d called Archer for him to look at her guest bathroom, and he’d fixed the taps in there,but the deal was, Nate could take a bath in her bathroom with her there for company.

He had ten tokens.

She knew this because he made her design them when they were in her office and printed them out. Then he took one pen from the mug she housed them in and made her sign all ten tokens.

Nate safely nestled them in his wallet. Well, nine of them were. She’d set light to the one he’d given her straight away for that evening. Which was right then.

Nate splashed around in the bath, spraying droplets over the page she was reading. Her knees were bent with the book resting against her thighs while she clutched her oversized mug filled with tea.

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