Page 34 of Made for Mayhem

Beckett

Mm, you’re both adults now though. Age is just a number, buddy.

So if you didn’t sleep with her, why the weird vibe?

Ty

It was the night I retired.

We just walked around the city and talked. It didn’t matter.

Beckett

…Yeah, I can tell.

You’ve been sitting on this for three years? Jesus, Huddy.

Ty

Wasn’t anything.

Beckett

I love the smell of your bullshit.

Ty

I didn’t think I’d ever see her again.

Beckett

Ohhh. So this is like soulmate shit. This is so much better than I expected.

Ty

Stop

Beckett

Zero chance. This is prime-time level drama. I need to tell the boys.

Mystery girl reappears, gorgeous, living next door, practically family…

Pass me the fucking popcorn.

Ty

I’m blocking you.

Beckett

No you’re not.

The wooden floorboards creaked beneath someone’s feet coming down the hall, and I slid my phone back into my pocket, standing up. Daisy stood in the doorway to my bedroom, sleep-rumpled, soft, and unfairly beautiful. Her shirt hung off one shoulder, her hair a mess, and for one traitorous second, all I could think was how she looked like she belonged here.

“Sorry,” she said, resting a hand on the doorframe. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

I shook my head, trying to get my brain to focus. “You needed it. No need to apologize.”