Page 240 of The Winslow Brothers

“I can’t decide if I’m mad at Daisy for not telling me anything or happy for her. Or maybe both.”

What the hell? I mean, that’s it? She’s just done with the questions?

“I think you’re probably just happy for me!” I blurt out loud enough for her to hear, too relieved to give my inner skeptic any credence.

“I think I am too, but I also think you have a lot to tell me,” Gwen responds, but I take heart in the fact that I can sense a smile in her voice.

“Before I make you give the phone back to Daisy, I have a few questions for you, Flynn.”

He nods.

“Are you taking good care of my girl?”

“Always.”

“Are you financially stable?”

He smiles. “Yes.”

“Any criminal background?”

He shakes his head. “No, ma’am.”

“What if I told you I was going to hire a private investigator to do a secret background check on you?”

“I’d tell you to give him my number and address, and I’d be more than happy to give him all the information he needs.”

“I think I like you, Flynn Winslow,” Gwen eventually responds. “I’m not too happy that you and my Daisy got married without telling me, but I might be able to let that slide.”

Flynn smiles. “I hope you will, Gwen.”

“Daisy?” Gwen’s voice fills my ears, and I know it’s time for me to put on my big-girl panties and stop hiding in the corner.

“Yeah?” I respond and take my phone from Flynn’s outstretched hand.

He pats a gentle hand to my shoulder and mouths,“You okay?”

I nod.

He leans forward to press a kiss to my forehead before heading out of the kitchen and back into the bedroom.

“So, I guess congratulations are in order, huh?” Gwen questions, and I look at the screen to find her raising a pointed brow in my direction.

“Don’t be mad.” I cringe. “I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you, but it’s all been a bit of a whirlwind and it never felt like the right time and, yeah, I’m mostly just sorry you’re finding out like this.”

“I didn’t even know you were dating.”

That’s probably because I wasn’t.

“Shoot.” She shakes her head on a sigh, a horn honking in the background. “You’re lucky I have to head out for an art class, but just know, I have a lot more questions for you, missy.”

“Understandable.”

“Before I go, I have one question for you.”

“Ask me anything.”Well, besides why I got married. Don’t ask me that.

“Are you happy?” Her question is so simple, and my answer isn’t as complicated as I would’ve thought it would be.

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