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I stop walking, turning to face her. “Sandra Hayes, you have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She raises a brow, but I’m smiling as I say it. “When you meet her, you’ll understand.”
Her expression softens, surprise flickering across her face. “You want me to meet her?”
“Maybe,” I admit, surprising myself with how much I actually mean it.
She doesn’t push, which is a miracle, and we get in the car.
The day’s a blur of shopping. Mom’s in her element, dragging me from store to store, trying on dresses, shoes, and God knows what else. I’m more than happy to spoil her, though. She deserves it.
By the time we hit the jewelry shop, I’m thinking about Daisy again.
“What about this one?” Mom asks, holding up a necklace.
“It’s nice,” I say distractedly, my eyes catching on something in the display case.
An anklet. Delicate, silver, with tiny charms. Simple but sexy.
“Hold on,” I say, signaling the jeweler. I point to the anklet, and they bring it out for me to inspect. “Can you engrave something on this?”
“Sure,” the jeweler says.
“Daisies for Daisy,” I tell them. They would look gorgeous on her.Daisies for my Daisy.
Mom gives me a look. “What are you up to now?”
“Nothing,” I say, smirking. “Just a gift.”
“For who?”
“You’ll see,” I say, handing over my card to pay. “Can you expedite it? I need it today.”
The jeweler nods, promising to have it ready in a couple of hours. Good. I want that dangling on her leg when I fuck her later today.
The thought makes me feel flustered, but luckily, no one notices.
When we finally get home, Mom’s exhausted but happy.
“Thanks for today, Mason,” she says, pulling me into a hug.
“Anytime, Mom.”
She leaves for the airport around three, and I head straight for the jeweler’s to pick up the gift.
My heart’s racing. Not from nerves, just pure anticipation. Daisy Love is waiting, and I don’t plan on keeping her waiting long.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Beau
The elevator ridefeels longer than it should, my nerves scratching at me like an itch I can’t reach.
All I’ve been able to think about since Daisy called is her voice, soft and nervous, asking me to come over.
I didn’t ask how she got my number because, honestly, I didn’t care. She wanted me there. That was all that mattered.
Still, something feels… off.
