a picture, this view it’s incredible.” Jamie immediately complied by throwing his arm over my shoulder and pulling me into his side. Although I smiled, I considered how many girls in how many parts of the world he’d had pictures taken with before.
Shaking that thought aside, I took two vertical snaps and one horizontal. Turning the screen for him to look at.
“What do you see?” I asked.
Casting a sideward glance toward me, he looked back down at the screen and a slow smile spread on his face. “I see love. My smile isn’t forced because I’m so happy to be holding you. The background is nice, but pictures of oceans are two a penny. Pictures of you and me on the same side of that ocean makes my heart feel full.”
“You know what I see?” I asked, nervous to admit what I saw at first glance when I’d looked at the picture. “I see a selfie of my rock idol and me.”
Releasing me from his arms, he took a step back and scowled. “That’s disappointing. You don’t see anything else?” The shock in his tone made me check myself and look at the picture again. He was right, I saw far more than that, but I had been trying not to.
“No, that was my initial response. When I look closer, I see the man I adore smiling beside me. A man who is much more than the rock star who came to town and knocked on my door because it had snowed, but I do read some fear in my eyes.”
“Fear? Why would you see that?” he asked.
“There’s the small matter of the three thousand miles of ocean and millions of fans between us, as you accurately pointed out. Not to mention, your music career, which is at the beck and call of some corporate machine. Meanwhile, I live and work in Ireland. How is any of this is practical for us, long-term?”
I could see from Jamie's reaction my comment had upset him. “Practical? There’s nothing practical about love, baby,” he replied and chuckled nervously. “We can do whatever you want. I’ll buy your pub, put managers in— base myself in Ireland when I’m not touring. Daisy, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep you.”
A stretched pause made me think. Throwing money at our problem didn’t make me feel any better. Could we really work? There were business issues for me he had no understanding of.
“Jamie, are you still up there?” A man’s voice called out from below.
“Yep, two minutes,” Jamie called back but he had kept his eyes on me. “I’m glad you’re asking questions. This is exactly why I love you. If this had been any other woman, they’d never have given us this much thought. Give us a chance, Daisy. We know we were great together in Ireland. I wished at the time I could have stayed there forever. We can do this. It won’t be ideal if you want to keep working and I stay at this pace with the band for the year. It won’t be easy, but we can make it work, and when the year is over, the band can work around us.”
“If you say so … I’ll do it.” Suddenly willing to place my trust in him.
As we headed for the stairs, I wondered if I had jumped too far ahead and not seen what we were as a wonderful opportunity. After all, there was no question at all about our feelings, we were two people in love.
Chapter 13
If the morning was full of angst, the evening was a complete opposite. Deciding we needed alcohol, Jamie took me to the local liquor store and began googling recipes, asking for my advice about which cocktails we should make.
By the time we were finished traipsing around the pokey liquor store, he’d spent almost a thousand dollars on liqueurs, spirits, champagne, beers and various additives to complete the cocktail drinks.
We were seven people, two not even legal to drink in the US, but that hadn’t mattered to Jamie. Calling Catrina, he caught her and Bernie before they left the food store, and added a list of fresh and jars of fruits, creams and herbs to add to the cocktails.
Arriving home with nine bags filled to the brim with goodies Jamie had requested, along with packets of popcorn, chips, dips and an assortment of cakes and candy, it was complete overkill, considering all the food the housekeeper had stocked up for us. From what