Page 75 of Sinful Skulls
Wow, Elizabeth is getting really good at crocheting.
“It’s so soft and fluffy,” Daisy whispers, sinking her fingers into the blanket.
It’s a mixture of dark navy blue and black. It has ribbons of silver woven into it that reflects when it catches the right light. I’m really impressed.
“This is incredible. I love it so much,” Daisy praises. “Thank you.” She leans over and hugs Elizabeth.
I can’t wait until Daisy gives her the painting. I’m anxious to see her reaction to it. Elizabeth has been so kind to Lexie, and I can see she is going to treat Daisy the same way.
We eat, drink, and relax to the sounds of the seventies. Life is good.
Daisy and Elizabeth hit it off and begin to chat over the music. JD and I remain quiet as we watch the two of them.
“We’re pretty damn lucky, my brother,” I say, tipping my drink to him.
He nods. “We sure fucking are. Life has a crazy damn way of working out, doesn’t it?”
“It sure does.”
“So, have you guys set a date?” he asks.
“Naw, we’re in no rush. I just wanted to set the record straight right from the get-go. Daisy and I are committed to each other. I won’t tolerate any disrespect toward her from the women of the club.”
“And you also wanted to set the men straight.”
I run my eyes over Daisy. “Had to, brother. Look at her. I saw that fucking new prospect eyeing her.”
“I get it, but are your intentions good with her? That proposal didn’t come from a place of your own jealousy, did it?”
My head pulls back. “Of course my intentions are good. You know me, JD. I’ve never played with anyone’s feelings. I can’t believe you asked me that.” I’ll admit it stung my big heart a bit.
He shakes his head and runs his hand over his chest. “I’m sorry, man. I meant no disrespect. I just don’t want her to get hurt. She seems like a sweet girl.”
Daisy jumps from her seat. “I’ll go get it!”
Elizabeth looks at JD. “She painted me something.”
JD instantly goes to her. He wraps his arm around her and squeezes her tight.
“It will need more time to dry, but I hope you like it. Brody told me you loved flowers, and this is what came to my mind.”
When she turns it around to show them, Elizabeth lets out a little sob. This is the part I love, watching people’s response to her art.
“I’ve just recently started doing more portrait work; usually I stick to landscapes.”
“It looks like you’ve been painting them forever. How did you do this without me sitting for you?” Elizabeth asks her.
Daisy shrugs. “It just stays up here.” She taps her head.
Elizabeth pulls away from JD and stands so she can get a closer look. Her eyes well up with tears. “It’s incredible.”
“Brody said daisies were your favorite flower, and you know the dragonflies are there because that’s what brought all of us together.”
I glance at the painting again, noticing something new every time I look at it. It’s a portrait of Elizabeth, but part of her face is covered with daisies and dragonflies. The painting itself is darker in color, but the whites of the flowers really pop.
Elizabeth looks at her as she rubs her hand over her throat unable to speak.
JD stands too and wraps his arms around his wife’s waist. “Thank you, Daisy. It really is a beautiful portrait of my wife.”
