Her eyes. Bloody hell, those eyes.
Daisy’s eyes were unlike any color I’d ever seen. Pale…brown? Copper? Depending on how the light hit them, they shifted between the color of whisky to pale jade with darker rings around the iris.
“Officially, green,” Daisy said, causing me to blink stupidly.
“What?”
“My eyes? Weird color, right? They’re officially green though sometimes they’re…not.”
They were stunning. This girl was stunning, and I wondered if that was Jason’s plan too.
Daisy peered over my shoulder, a bemused smile on her face. “You’re going to leave your friend in the bushes?”
I glanced over at Owen who raised a hand in an awkward wave.
I spun back around. “That’s no one.”
“He’s not no one,” Daisy said, giving me a look.
“He’s my practice partner. His actual job, apparently, is to fail at returning a single one of my shots.”
Daisy’s brows rose, and she pressed her lips together. “Okaaaay.”
She wasn’t impressed. Those incredible eyes of hers watched me, studied me with a kind of gentle curiosity.
So what? What do I care how she looks at me or what she thinks of me?
I didn’t care. I wouldn’t. If this Daisy wanted a good time in the sack, she could knock on my door, but I wasn’t going to let her inside my head. No fucking way. Only my promise to Jason kept me from calling the whole thing off.
You sure you want to call it off? She could be good for you. There’s something about her…
We stood in an awkward silence under the Hawaiian sun while my thoughts went back and forth like a ball in a tennis match. Lana, the housekeeper, cleared her throat, rescuing me.
“I was about to show Miss Watson the guesthouse and get her settled.”
“Sure, whatever,” I said, turning to go, irritated with myself for falling under whatever fucking spell Daisy was casting. “But hey.”
“Yeah?” Daisy’s smile was brilliant.
“I don’t know what Jason said you’d be doing here, but it’s going to be a total waste of your time.”
Her expression faltered. “Sorry?”
“You can wave a wand over my elbow or whatever it is Reiki specialists do, because I promised Jason I’d let you. But it’s not going to work.”
Lana’s eyes flared and she shook her head at me like a disappointed grandmother.
Daisy cocked her head and seemed about to spit back a retort. Because she had fire in her too. She wasn’t intimidated by me, and that was almost worse than how damn beautiful she was.
But her gaze melted into something warm and compassionate. “We’ll see. Tomorrow? Eight a.m.?”
A challenge—gentle as it was—but still a challenge. I could handle that. Make her a challenge, like an opponent on the court.
I shot her a cocky grin. “Game on.”
Daisy
“Is he always that charming?” I asked Lana as she led me into the guesthouse.