Page 65 of The Life Daisy Devlin Designed
“How did your movie debut go earlier?”
He laughed, and handed her a mug. “It was interesting.”
“Interesting good?”
He shrugged. “I wasn’t expecting to be involved in her documentary.”
Daisy nodded. “By the way, I think Niamh felt Kayley was ordering her around today.”
Matt looked thoughtful. “Niamh’s a sweet kid, but she’s probably a bit insecure. And I get the impression this is her first really big job, because she asks my opinion aboutEvery – Single – Thing.”
He opened his eyes wide, and Daisy grinned.
“Probably. Still, I told her that if Kayley asks her to do anything, she should run it by me or Kenny first.”
“That’s hardly necessary, Daisy.”
Daisy wondered how Matt had just managed to undermine her, and dismiss Niamh so easily. Before she could say anything, lightning streaked through the sky, and moments later thunder rumbled loudly.
Daisy shivered as she peered out the window. “It’s a good thing Kayley and her crew got away at lunch.”
“Yeah, the road’s probably flooded.” Matt was matter of fact. “You might have to stay.”
Daisy took a shaky breath. “I thought you’d be desperate for some peace and quiet.”
Matt smiled. “Thisispeace and quiet.”
Don’t read anything into that, Daisy.She cradled the mug in her hands, and distracted herself by watching as rivulets of water ran along the deep stone sills outside.
“That’s pretty bad rain.” She frowned. “I presume you were able to get insurance for this place?”
“It cost a bit more than I’d have liked, but yes.”
Why were they talking about weather and house insurance? Maybe they’d never talk about what happened. Maybe that’s what Matt wanted. It was easier to ignore, she supposed.
“I’d better go.” She was dreading the journey home in a thunderstorm, but she had no choice.
She shrugged quickly into her jacket and grabbed her bag.
“Talk to you tomorrow,” she said. “Kenny and the decorators will be back in the morning.”
In the hall, she opened the door, pointed her key fob at the car and dashed out, trying to avoid the puddles.
As she closed the driver’s door, the windows steamed up, and she switched on the engine, yanking up the heater and setting the highest wiper speed. She glanced up to see if Matt was still there, but he’d closed the door.
As the windows cleared, she turned the car and started down the driveway, trying to remember where the potholes were. The second she drove through the gate and turned left onto the small road that led to the main road, she realised the river had burst its banks.
“Shit.’ Daisy slowed to a stop and assessed the road. Maybe she could drive really slowly.
“Daisy!”
She jumped. Matt was standing at the passenger side of her car, knocking at the window. He’d dragged on a raincoat, but his hair was soaking wet, and rain streamed down his face.
She whizzed down the window a couple of inches.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to stop you getting completely stuck. I’ve just seen this road from upstairs, and you won’t get through tonight. I’m really sorry.”
