Page 116 of The Rebel
“No, it was a spontaneous decision.”
“How was the meeting with your brothers?” I asked as we both stepped into the living room.
“It went well. They all think it’s a great idea. Julian wants to get more involved. The bar and music scene are very interconnected anyway, but this would take it to the next level.”
“I can already see the campaigns and slogans.”
Anthony smiled at me. “That smart brain of yours is so fucking sexy.” His eyes were pinned on me a bit too intently.
“Are you sure it’s my brain you’re talking about, or is it my boobs?”
“Both, of course.”
“So, the meeting?—”
“I didn’t come to talk about my brothers, Daisy.” His tone was more direct than I’d come to expect. I flinched a little.
“What’s going on?” I asked, biting the inside of my cheek.
“I want to talk about your job offer in North Dakota.”
I put a hand on my chest and then lowered it to my stomach. “How do you know about that?”
“Samantha asked for references.”
“Oh! I didn’t think she’d do that without consulting me first.”
“You didn’t plan on telling me?” Anthony asked.
“Of course I was going to tell you. I barely had time to look at it.”
“Is it good?”
“The job is interesting, but… “
“It’s in North Dakota,” he finished for me. He did not look happy.
“I know that.”
“Is that what you want, Daisy? You mentioned it at the farm, but you didn’t seem convinced.”
I sighed, looking down between us. “I wasn’t, but I told Samantha to search for something in that area too. I’d feel too guilty otherwise if I didn’t at least try.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Meeting all of you LeBlancs and watching the way you care for one another made me realize that I should be doing the same for my parents.”
“Daisy, I’m sure your parents wouldn’t want you to move home for them.”
“Funnily enough, that’s exactly what they said. And they also told me that you’ve been helping them out behind my back.”
“Fuck!” he groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, I have. And for the record, I didn’t want to do it behind your back. I wanted to be up front about it, but?—”
“I know. My parents are like that.”
“So, there’s noneedfor you to move closer to home. It comes back to what youreallywant,” Anthony said.
“What do you mean?” I whispered.
