Page 45 of Play Fast (Brooklyn Dawn 2)

Yeah, I wasn’t exactly a stellar housekeeper. So sue me.

And I didn’t have any other sheets. Fabulous.

I stepped outside the kitchen and grabbed the pile of sheets Daisy had dumped beside the doorway. She probably suspected my washer was full. It wasn’t, but the dryer surely was. I grabbed them and set the washer going.

The low buzz of voices in the living room made me itchy between the shoulder blades, so I was happy when the washer drowned them out.

I wasn’t used to having people here. Ever.

Daisy was one thing. But Noah and his judgmental expressions were not welcome. Especially since I didn’t have a fucking clue what was going on back home that required this level of intensity.

Lila wa

s going to have to show some of her damn cards soon. I was not going to keep dancing to her tune without some idea of what the band was facing. And clearly, not only the band. Daisy too. I might tolerate some level of cloak and dagger when my bandmates and I were on the hot seat, but not for her.

And that bore more examination than I had any intention of doing.

I dumped the coffee into three mugs and added creamer and a couple packets to Daisy’s cup. Because I didn’t want to be anything like Chuckles, I added more creamer than usual and winced as I took the first swallow.

Yeah, I should’ve gone with whisky instead.

I brought in the mugs and sat them down on the side table.

“I’m not going to the hospital.”

I passed Daisy her cup and she murmured her thanks.

Chucklefest didn’t even glance my way as I handed him his cup.

“Are you up to date on your shots?” he demanded.

He was asking Daisy, I assumed. Or did he think I was handing out STDs like party favors? I could only imagine his view of most rockstars. Daisy claimed to be the germaphobe, but it wouldn’t have surprised me if Noah used Lysol on the places any of us contaminated sorts had been recently.

“Noah, I’m fine. It was a shallow slice.”

“Does your mother know about this?”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “You do realize you aren’t actually related to any of us, right?”

“I’m here in an official capacity, Daisy. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be concerned about your welfare.”

Heavily, I sat beside her on the couch. Chuckles was seated in the chair off to the side. “I already tried it, she’s not going, can we just move on?”

Preferably to this official capacity business.

No one answered me. I wasn’t surprised.

“This happens every year,” I said tiredly, deliberately burning my mouth on the coffee so I didn’t follow the urge to kick something.

Daisy had just lost her freaking virginity—plot twist of the century. But this was not the afterglow period that anyone had ever ordered. Not me either.

“You engage in hand to hand combat out here every year? Consider selling.”

Daisy gestured around us. “Hello, it’s a freaking palace.”

I poked her in the side. “You know it’s charming in its own way.”

She leaned her head on my shoulder. “Is that how you refer to yourself too?”

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