Page 26 of Sin Bin Daddies
And I look happy.
I shower quickly, scrubbing Leo’s scent off my skin, then pick out an off-the-shoulder dress—flowy enough to hide the worst of the marks, paired with heels to feel like I have my life together.
A little concealer for damage control, and I head back out.
Logan is feeding Sunny, scratching behind his ears as the dog wags his tail.
Henry walks out, toweling his hair dry.
“Hey,” he says, stretching. “You alive?”
“Obviously.”
Logan grins. “She’s glowing, though.”
Henry snorts but doesn’t ask anything about last night. “Breakfast?”
“Yeah, let’s go,” I mutter, still hungry, and grab my purse.
It’s a ten-minute drive to the quaint little café tucked between a vintage bookstore and a yoga studio. The air smells like fresh bread and espresso, and the soft hum of indie music filters through the warm morning light.
We place our orders at the counter—iced latte and a croissant for Logan, black coffee for Henry, and a blueberry muffin for me—then settle into a booth by the window.
Logan sips his coffee, casually scrolling through his phone.
“Oh, Daisy’s stopping by,” he says. “She needs me to cover something.”
I glance up. “Yeah?”
Logan nods. “She was hoping you’d join us for dinner last night.”
“Next time,” I say, just as the café door swings open.
Daisy walks in like a damn hurricane, her red hair wild from the Miami breeze, sunglasses perched on her head, wearing confidence like a second skin. She clocks us in one sweep, zeroing in on me as she approaches.
“You must be Maddie.”
I nod, rising slightly to offer my hand, but she just leans in for a quick, easy hug instead.
“It’s so good to finally meet you,” she says, pulling back. “I was really hoping you’d come to dinner. These two have been talking you up like you’re the second coming of Marie Curie.”
I laugh, surprised by how quickly she puts me at ease. “I needed a quiet night, but I’ll definitely be there next time.”
“You’d better,” Daisy says with a wink before turning to Logan and plopping a folder down in front of him. “Anyway. Back to business. I might have something better for you soon, but for now—you’re up for city budget hearings. Try not to die of boredom.”
Henry nudges me. “Still haven’t found a replacement?”
Daisy groans. “Not yet. Coach Ace is losing his mind, which means I’m losing mine.”
I frown. “For what?”
She sighs. “Miami Icemen’s mascot. We’re holding auditions today.”
Logan perks up. “Wait. Isn’t that a paid position?”
Daisy nods. “Decent money too.”
I tilt my head. “Wait—they pay the mascot?”
