This was going to be an interesting weekend Noah thought, as he looked over at the tiny brunette sitting across from him. Not quite his usual type, she being around five foot four and his usual preference were leggy blondes, brunettes, redheads, he’d even dated a model who’d dyed her hair blue once for a photo shoot. None of them had been a patch on Daisy. He loved how her hair fell in waves over her shoulder, and she seemed to be unaware of her natural beauty. A rare occurrence in the women he dated. Woah hold on, there was going to be no dating involved, other than the two-date variety. They were just helping each other out.
“So, you were going to tell me how you know Freya. I’m assuming you’re here with the bride?”
“Yeah Freya and I were roommates in college and we’ve kept in touch over the years.” She giggled, “or rather Freya has kept in touch with me, thank goodness. I’m terrible at it. I just seem to be all work and no play.”
Noah caught the sadness behind her eyes as she looked down at the floor. He leaned over and nudged her chin up with the tip of his finger to make sure she was looking him in the eye. Her deep brown eyes drew him in, wanting to do anything he could to make her happy. “I’m sure Freya is just as grateful for your friendship. Let’s forget about the outside world for a weekend and just enjoy the wedding. Can you do that for me?”
He hoped his tone didn’t come across as desperate, because for some reason this woman was getting under his skin. It was the first time he’d ever felt like this, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. It must be the whole wedding thing, nothing at all to do with being at the hotel. No. There was no way he was being affected by the family legend.
She smiled back at him, “I think I can do that.”
“Think?” he teased.
“Okay, I can do that. We will have fun, even if it kills me.” She let out such an infectious laugh, he knew he wanted to make her laugh more often during the coming weekend.
Noah looked at his empty glass and counted up how many he’d had. Three. No, there was no way he was drunk already. There had to be some other reason he was having these thoughts about her. Normally he just wanted to say the right thing to get a women into bed, but with Daisy he was happy just to be in her company and make her laugh. He grimaced and hoped Charlie couldn’t read this thoughts.
“So, how do you know Charlie?” she asked, leaning in towards him.
“Oh, same story. We were college roommates and frat brothers and kept in touch over the years. We even do business together every so often.”
“That sounds ominous. Charlie’s an attorney. I hope you don’t mean that he has to keep you out of jail.” She grinned at him, obviously very pleased with herself with this deduction.
Keeping his expression as straight as possible, he couldn’t help himself. “Kind of. He does represent me as my attorney.”
He saw her face slip into a look between horror, and was that interest? He kept silent wondering what she’d do next as she stared at him, trying to work out what exactly his words meant. For some reason he wanted her to trust him. To believe that he was a law abiding citizen, and his business with Charlie was legit - because it was.
She burst out laughing, which was unexpected. “I take it he goes over your business contracts? I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist. I know Charlie is a Corporate attorney and not a criminal defense one. Were you trying to trip me up, Noah?” she teased.
Noah grinned. She was certainly going to keep him on his toes this weekend, and he was looking forward to it. There was certainly more to Daisy than first meets the eye. “Just finding out what you already know sweetheart. I started my consultancy business a few years back and needed some legal work done and I couldn’t think of anyone more I trusted than Charlie. He’s saved me a small fortune over the years.”
“Yeah, I really like Charlie. He’s done some work for the company I work for over the years too.”
“You have your own company?”
“Oh no, sorry, the company I work for. Fredrickson Foods in San Francisco. You know it?”
“Yeah, I didn’t realize you were from San Francisco. Me too.”
For some reason Noah hadn’t expected Daisy to be living in the same city as him. He wasn’t sure whether he was pleased or worried at the information. If he was being honest with himself, which he didn’t like to be at times likes these, he was secretly pleased with the news. He was determined to find out all he could about the beautiful woman sitting across from him. He might just be willing to ignore his two date rule.