Page 145 of In Death, Love Survives
“Need more, Eddie. Need fucking more.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder.”
I turn and leave all three of them standing by the door and head back toward Nova. She’s sitting on the barstool, talking to the bartender like they’re old friends.
As I approach her, a young woman with deep red hair shouts at Nova like they’re long-lost best friends.
Nova squeals and gives the woman a hug.
“Who’s your friend?” I ask.
Nova lets go of the woman and beams.
“This is Daisy. She helped me the other week in one of the boutiques.”
“Nice to meet you,” Daisy says.
She stretches out her hand to greet me with a smile.
“Wolfe,” I say, taking it.
“You must be Nova’s man.”
“That I am.”
Nova wraps her arms around my waist and smiles at Daisy.
“Who are you here with?”
“My brother Griff.”
“Griffin Reynolds?”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
Nova looks up at me curiously but doesn’t say anything. I had told her about the Reynolds Ranch when we were first arriving in town. From the look on Daisy’s face, I don’t think she likes that her brother’s with her at the bar.
“I know him.”
Daisy gives me a tight smile.
“Everyone does,” she jokes.
“I’m sorry to cut this short, but Nova and I were just heading out.”
“Nice to meet you,” Daisy says.
Nova gives her a hug goodbye.
“And you, don’t forget to give me a call sometime.”
“I will. Promise.”
Nova takes my hand to leave as Daisy heads back over to where her brother is. He always looks like such a stoic ass.
“Who’s Griffin?”
