“You’re humming,” he said.
“I’m really happy. I’ve never been so happy before in my life.”
“I know that feeling.”
He drove toward the Steer brothers' house.
“William, where are you going?”
“David and Paul want to see you.”
“No, I’m not ready.”
William pulled up to the large house. He shut the engine off and turned to her. “Trust me, Daisy. I’d never put you in harm's way. I’m not leaving you here. You’ll be coming home with me.”
“Okay,” she said.
They got out of the car. David was waiting near the door. William placed a hand at her back as they walked up.
“William,” David said.
He acknowledged the other man with a nod of the head.
“Daisy.”
She didn’t say anything.
They walked into the main sitting room. Anna was reading a book as they walked in. Paul was pacing by the window.
“Daisy, you came,” Anna said.
“Yay, everyone is delighted to see me.” William heard the sarcasm in her voice along with the pain. William reached up, stroking her neck in order to offer her comfort.
“Thank you for bringing her,” Paul said.
“I came here to see what the emergency was. I’m not leaving her here.”
“We can keep her safe.” William heard what Paul was saying but didn’t comment.
“Stop arguing over her.” Anna ordered her two men. “Just show them the damn letter.”
Paul came over with a letter, which was neatly folded into three. William opened it and saw the message on the front.
“‘Daisy’s death will be your fault. You shouldn’t allow her to be around that scum.’ This is a lovely way to start a Saturday,” William said, feeling anger at anyone who threatened his woman. “Have you shown it to Gabriel?”
“No, we wanted to make sure Daisy was okay. We want you to stay here with us until we know who this person is,” Paul said, looking at his woman.
Daisy shook her head. “No, I’m not staying here. I’m staying with William. He promised to keep me safe. I trust him.”
William filled with pride at her faith in him. She really was a special woman to him.
“Daisy, I know we haven’t been the best—” David started to say. Daisy cut him off.
“No, I don’t care about that. Yes, you’re my brothers. Something fucked up in your parents' marriage. I don’t care. For once in my life, I’m happy. William makes me happy. He’s the only one who has cared about me.” She stopped to look down at her hands. “I’m sorry for the pain my mother caused. She’s out of my life. I don’t want your money or your name. I’m Daisy McAllister, and that’s enough for me.”
She found his hand and gripped him. He knew he was her lifeline.
Chapter Ten