Page 66 of The Life Daisy Devlin Designed
“Matt, I have to!”
He slicked his hair off his face. “Come back to the house and see for yourself. If you try to go on, you’ll need a boat to rescue you.”
“Okay.” Daisy exhaled. “Get in.”
Matt slid in beside her. Daisy reversed carefully back through the gate, and then drove back to the house.
Back in the guest wing, she peeled off her coat as Matt turned up the thermostat.
“Maybe I could call a taxi to come to the main road, and I could walk up to meet it there,” she said, shivering.
“Daisy, we’re a mile from the motorway! You’d basically be wading through a mile of river – it’s too dangerous.”
“Shit!I should have left with Kenny. He obviously got out in time.”
Matt sighed. “I’ll report it now, although I’m not sure what good it’ll do. The river should subside naturally – enough to drive through. Let me get you some dry clothes.”
As Matt went upstairs, Daisy messaged James.Working at client’s house in Wicklow, road badly flooded so stayingover. Back tomorrow xx
She was putting her phone away just as Matt reappeared.
“I’ve left some towels and dry clothes in the bedroom for you, and I’ll throw some frozen dinners in the oven.”
He flashed her an apologetic look, and Daisy managed a nervous smile.
It wasn’t his fault that the river had burst its banks, or that she was stuck here for the night. And at least she didn’t have to go out into that storm. The universe seemed to be throwing them together: she just had to follow the signs.
CHAPTER 28
“You look kind of good in that, you know.” Matt grinned cheekily as Daisy came back downstairs wearing an oversized grey tracksuit.
Daisy was pretty sure she looked like a pregnant donkey, but she’d been soaked through to her underwear, and all her clothes were now hanging over the backs of a couple of chairs upstairs.
“You lit a fire.” She crossed the room to the log stove and held out her hands to warm up.
“I thought we could do with one.”
Matt checked on the food cooking in the oven, and Daisy’s stomach rumbled as the smell wafted through the room.
She eyed the sofa. It wasn’t very big but she’d manage for one night. Upstairs there was a king-size bed with a roll-top end, but there were no other beds yet in the main house. Her eyes slid to Matt.
“You’re taking the bed tonight,” he said, reading her mind. “I have a blow-up mattress I can bring down.”
“I can take the ma– ”
“Don’t argue. Just make yourself comfortable. I want to take out the dinner.”
With a sigh, Daisy sat at one end of the sofa, and checked her phone, hoping James might have let her know how things were going: nothing. She hadn’t heard from him all day. Matt returned with plates of steaming food and a bottle of wine.
“It’s Shepherd’s Pie.” He looked a bit apologetic. “Not very summery, but turns out it’s just what the doctor ordered with this weather.”
Daisy put a plate on her lap and started to eat. “Wow, this does not taste like a frozen dinner!”
“They’re from a deli in Avoca.” Matt poured the wine. “They’ll do until I get myself organised enough to cook.”
“Do you still enjoy cooking?” There’d been a lot of pancakes, spaghetti bolognese and fajitas when they’d been together, she remembered.
“I prefer it when I have someone to cook for.” Matt grinned. “Although with my new kitchen, I’ll have no excuse.”
