Crazy for Loving You A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy - Pippa Grant Page 0,111

actually home.

I’ve barely parked before Alessandro steps out the door.

“You call first?” he asks.

I shake my head.

He grins. “Knew I liked you. She’s at the dick pool. How’s the little slugger?”

Remy smiles and waves from his carrier.

“Good to hear it, my man.” Alessandro boops his nose. “You keep growing, and don’t let Aunt Daisy pull any bullshirt, you hear me?”

Well over a month ago, I walked this same path around Daisy’s house to her pool. But I don’t feel anything like that dude expecting to find out that my brother set me up for a party.

I snort softly to myself.

Feels like a lifetime ago.

Voices carry down the path as I approach the pool, and one in particular stands out.

Loud. Boisterous. Happy.

Am I wrong?

Does she not need me?

“Yes! I want to pay for everyone’s pizza all night at all six of your locations. And can I have ten of those delivered to an address in Oak Park?”

My heart starts pumping again.

More than pumping.

It’s throbbing and glowing and telling my nuts to come out of hiding.

Oak Park.

I haven’t heard of an Oak Park neighborhood in Miami, but my parents live in Oak Park in Chicago.

“Shouldn’t you at least make sure they’re home before you order them pizza?” another female voice says. Emily, I think.

“That would take half the fun out of it. Hush,” Luna replies with a laugh.

“Just how good is Chicago pizza? Do I need to fuel up the jet?” Cam asks.

My heart stutters to a stop, and my eyes burn.

She is.

She’s ordering pizza for my family. And all of Chicago. Expanding her random acts of kindness around the world.

Remy coos loudly, and all the voices stop as we peek around the corner of the path and step out into the pool area.

All four of Miami’s strongest, smartest, hottest billionaires turn and look at us.

Cam reacts first. She leaps up. “Yep. I need to get that jet ready.”

Emily next. “I could go for pizza.”

“Is it vegan?” Luna pretends to be confused when Cameron and Emily grab her and head toward the souped-up, aerodynamic golf cart around the side of the pool house, but she winks at me before they load up and take off.

Daisy’s staring at me like she can’t decide if she wants to throw her phone at me, or hang up and jump me.

“Tiana?”

Her assistant darts out of the pool house. “Got your credit card. I’ll take care of it. Whoops, have to go see what Alessandro wants.”

Daisy’s eyes are blue today.

And her hair’s brown.

And she’s wearing a sparkly top that reminds me of my nieces’ favorite pillows, with the sequins that flip one way to reveal a different picture or a sassy saying, and I wonder what Daisy’s shirt would say if I flipped her sequins.

Undoubtedly something very Daisy.

Fuck, I’ve missed her.

Her eyes dart from mine to Remy’s carrier, going shiny as she sits there, just staring from her lounge chair at the edge of the pool.

“I—” I start.

She leaps to her feet. “Oh my god, is he sick? Does he need a kidney transplant?”

“What?”

Her eyes snap to mine, and all the laughter and smiles of a minute ago have faded behind fear. Regret. Shame.

I take two steps, but she holds out a hand to stop me. “I…didn’t expect you.”

“I know. We just—”

“I’m not ready,” she whispers.

My heart stops. Again. “Remy’s safe,” I tell her. “Anthony Roderick’s in custody. And even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t—I made sure he’s never coming near us again.”

Her eyes go shiny. “Thank you.”

“Officially, I have no idea what you’re thanking me for,” I add. Awkwardly. Naturally, because here we are, building up to our next first date.

I hope.

Her lips wobble like she’s torn between laughing and crying. “Officially noted. But I’m still not ready. I haven’t finished—” she sucks in a big breath and looks away “—working on me.”

“Daisy, you’re fucking perfect just the way you are. You don’t have to—”

“I still love you,” she blurts. “Shit. Shirt. Wait. Hold on. I have a speech.”

“Daisy—”

“I was supposed to come to you. When I finally deserved you. I was an idiot, and I was afraid to love you. And I was afraid if I let you any closer, you’d see what a useless mess of a human I am. But I’m working on it. I’m figuring out who I’m supposed to be, and what I’m supposed to do, so that I can deserve you without relying on you to be the best part of me. I want to be as good as you