Page 78 of Brides and Brothers
Chapter 31
Camille
Daisha stared at Benson’s contactinformation Camille had just texted to her and groaned. They were sitting cross-legged on the floor of Daisha and Amy’s room while Amy made a smoothie in the kitchen per Camille’s orders—it was the one recipe Amy had mastered and would be Daisha’s reward if she found enough courage to follow through.
“Don’t just look at it,” Camille said. “Call him.”
Daisha tapped her phone against her forehead. “Why? Why did I sign up to research potatoes? Those Peterson brothers have brainwashed me.”
Camille knew the answer but kept it to herself. Daisha had chosen the potatoes for one reason—Benson. But since Daisha never chased guys, it made her phone call even more difficult.
“If you don’t want Benson’s help, it’s okay. I just don’t want you to regret missing this opportunity just because you were too chicken to call a guy.”
“Nice, Camille. Your reverse psychology won’t work on me.” Daisha stared at the single window over Amy’s bed. “But, for the record, I’m not scared of anything.”
“Except calling Benson.” Camille bit back her smile.
Daisha huffed and grabbed her phone, pushing the call button as if it were no big deal.
“Speakerphone!” Camille said quickly.
With the tap of a button the ringtone became audible for Camille. She clapped her hands as silently as possible and sat back against Daisha’s bed to listen.
Benson answered on the third ring. Daisha took a deep breath, and when she exhaled, out came her reason for calling. “I’m doing a research paper on the diverse ways to market starches as health foods. Naturally, the potato seemed like the perfect choice of topic. Do you think I could interview you?” Daisha made a line in the carpet with her finger over and over as she waited for his response.
“Sure. How does Friday night sound? I’ll make you a potato dinner to get us in the right spirit to discuss your paper.”
Daisha gaped. She turned to Camille and pointed to the phone, mouthing,What should I say?
Friday was the same night Raina and Macey were staging their revenge on Cade and Daegan, but Daisha didn’t need to be involved in that. Camille mouthed back,Say yes!
Daisha cleared her throat. “Yeah, you can come over then.” She ended the call and put her hand up to her heart. “Everything in my life is unpredictable these days. This guy is at the top of the list. I swear I can’t interpret his signals. Does he like me, or does he want to come over to see Emma?”
“Benson might be a little confusing, but I’m happy you’re thinking about him and not Derek. That’s positive.”
Daisha leaned back next to Camille and stretched out her long legs. “Is it wrong that I’m emotionally unattached to the breakup? How could I have dated someone for so long and not known how I really felt?”
“At least you’re beginning to acknowledge that there might be room in your life for Benson.” Okay, so Daisha had never said that in so many words, but it was implied.
“He’s so sincere. I like that.”
“Me too,” Camille said, resting her head on Daisha’s shoulder. Aiden was that way too.
“It’s like Benson can see right through me. Then there’s his...”
“His what?”
“His dimpled chin, creamy dark eyes, and broad shoulders.”
“Bonuses,” Camille said, and they both laughed.
“Should I tell him straight up that if we start dating, he has to take me dancing again? Because that might be what finally caught my attention.”
Camille closed her eyes and stifled a yawn. Her energy wasn’t the same anymore. “You’ve been holding out on me. Why else do you like him?”
Daisha was rarely forthright with her feelings, but today seemed to be the exception. “I didn’t tell you, but when Flynn proposed to Sage, before we could leave the house to spy on them, Benson grabbed my hand.”
“What?” Camille sat up. “How did I miss this?”
