Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Of course we’re not going to England.” She wasn’t getting hauled out of the country. This whole thing was spiraling out of control. “Da, we need to be reasonable about this.”
Her father’s jaw went stubborn, his emerald eyes as hard as stone. “You just got shot at, girl. Don’t you think for a second I’m going to be reasonable about that. And if our bodyguards ain’t up to the task, then I’ll find me own. I’m sure Damon’s got some good people.”
“Li, come on,” Ian said with a long sigh. “I know you’re worried, but we need to stay calm.”
“Stay calm? What would you do if your girls were being shot at?” her da asked.
Ian shrugged. “Think it was Tuesday and tell them to duck.”
“My sweet Daisy don’t play dangerous games.” Sometimes her da made her sound boring.
“She doesn’t have to. She’s dangerous simply walking down the street,” Brian said.
“Is there a reason you’re still here, Brian?” Uncle Ian asked in a tone that had the man slipping away.
It was for the best, but now she needed to figure out how to convince her father not to haul them all off the continent. “I understand this is scary for you, Da, but we need to be reasonable. Uncle Ian is right, and you know what? I had a brilliant idea. Maybe I should help the twins for a while.” It could be her new career. “I’m sure the team needs someone to like take notes and get lattes and stuff. No one would be worried if I was hanging out with that crowd.”
She didn’t say CIA team because they weren’t supposed to use those words. But the idea played around in her head now. Maybe the reason she hadn’t found anything she was good at yet was because she hadn’t considered espionage.
Uncle Ian had gone a bit pale. “Uh, I don’t think we have any openings for interns, Daisy.”
Her father looked like he was going to have a stroke. “You are absolutely not working for the bloody Agency.”
“Da,” she said on a gasp. “We’re not supposed to say that.”
Her da’s jaw tightened. “Listen to me, girl. You are going to get on a plane for London. We’ll leave as soon as your mother gets here.”
“She has a bodyguard and she’s not going to London, so let’s stop panicking,” a deep voice said. “And Daisy, you’re absolutely not going to become a spy. While I’m sure you would be great at it, the world would collapse. And you are not where I left you. That’s twenty. Do you want it now or later?”
Devi gasped and put a hand on Daisy’s elbow. “Holy crap. That’s Nate Carter?”
Nate. It had in fact been Nate. He was standing in the middle of the hallway in front of her Aunt Erin’s office with a bandage around his big bicep and a fierce expression on his face.
He towered over everyone. He even had a couple of inches on her Uncle Ian, and Nate was so masculine and perfect it made her heart skip a beat. Beyond that she knew how tender the man could be, but he didn’t look tender now. He looked pissed, and his growly persona did something for her, too. But she had to remember he wasn’t hers. She wasn’t sure why he was talking in an incredibly possessive way. Probably because the events of the morning were still affecting his masculine sensibilities.
“Yes, that’s him, Devi, and I appreciate everything he did for me this morning but I think we’ll handle it from here.” Had he threatened to spank her in front of her father? And uncle and aunt and best friend? And pretty much everyone since they were all watching now. All eyes were on her and the scene starting to play out. She had to bring this under control.
“You’re going to dismiss me?” Nate asked the question as though he wasn’t worried about her answer, merely curious.
“Yes, she is,” her father announced. “Your poor driving nearly got my Daisy killed. I’m going to talk to Tessa about testing your driving skills. This ain’t the outback, son.”
“No, it’s far more dangerous, and I am not your son,” Nate replied steadily. “Nor are you my uncle. There’s not a bit of blood between us, Liam O’Donnell, and you should remember that.”
Also rude. There was a lot of rudeness running around this morning.
Erin sighed and looked at her daughter. “This is way too much testosterone for this time of day. Devi, you know something I don’t?”
Devi leaned in and whispered to her mom. Daisy would have tried to stop that, but Nate was staring at her like he was going to spank her here and now if she didn’t comply. Which was ridiculous. Or she was letting her romantic dreams run wild the way she sometimes did. She was Daisy, the one with her head in the clouds. Daisy, the one with all the big dreams, the butterfly flitting from job to job with nothing to show for it.