Daisy Rae nodded. "I was fourteen then, and in a couple of days, another seven years would've passed..."
Garion frowned. "Are you saying..."
"I'm worried something bad will happen again, and that it involves losing you and Theo?"
His eyebrows shot up. "But that's—-"
"Silly? Stupid?"
Garion had the grace to flush, and Daisy Rae's lips curved in a rueful smile. "I did warn you it was going to be all of those things."
The billionaire was silent this time, and Daisy Rae struggled to hold on to her smile. Any moment now, he was likely going to tell her she was crazy and unfit to be his wife, much less Theo's mother-—
"Have you ever seen a therapist about this?"
Her eyes widened.
"Rather than being silly or stupid, I think what you are is traumatized. You were only seven when your parents died, and fourteen when your Aunt Helena passed. In both instances, you were still a child, and if you've never spoken to a therapist—-"
Daisy Rae shook her head numbly.
"Then your fears are only to be expected."
All she could do was stare at him. She had always been secretly angry at herself for having such fears, and not once had she thought of them as valid. But Garion was right, and her fearswereto be expected since she had never been given a chance to properly process the death of her parents and Aunt Helena.
"I can't believe I've been so—-"
"Stupid?"
She couldn't help but laugh. How could Garion be so understanding one moment and then so wicked the next?
Garion's limousine was already slowing down before Daisy Rae had a chance to sort out her feelings, and she soon forgot everything else when she saw a familiar face waving at them excitedly from the lobby.
Daisy Rae turned to the billionaire with a gasp, and his lips curved in a slight smile.
"I told you, didn't I? He's very excited to see you again."