up beside her, he sent her a wink.
“I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. Just wait for act two,” he said. Then he turned the truck on, turned the radio up, and sang along as they started driving.
Daisy was afraid of act two. She might actually cave into this man if he put too much more effort into this. That wouldn’t do — that wouldn’t do at all. She wasn’t sure what was coming next, but she was certain it would be an adventure.
And the one thing she was very sure of was that they’d both be changed after their adventure together — she hoped it was for the better for both of them.
Chapter Eighteen
Daisy did a lot of research into job pay scales, her old school, and her entire community. It inspired her for the rest of her week. She got some writing ideas, worked from sunup to sundown — and couldn’t type as fast as the ideas came to her. Part of her was disappointed she didn’t get to see what Hudson had planned for her next, and part of her was grateful.
Their last day together had messed with her mind and her body.
After Hudson had spent the day with her and took her home, kissing her again to within an inch of her life, she’d sought out her grandfather. His comments about what a great man Hudson was were beginning to get to her. She tried telling ger gramps she didn’t need him trying to fix her up; she was perfectly capable of being on her own. But he’d given her that indulgent smile that made her grind her teeth together.
She absolutely loved her gramps, but that didn’t keep her from getting incredibly frustrated with him. She’d sent Hudson a quick text message on Monday asking him if the next Saturday would work for their next meeting rather than Tuesday like they’d originally planned.
He’d quickly responded, telling her to meet him at the construction trailer at eight on Saturday morning. That was better for her. She didn’t like him showing up at her door. It seemed too intimate, too much like a date.
When Saturday finally arrived, she’d decided she wasn’t arriving early. She didn’t want him to think she was eager to see him, even if spending a week apart had been more difficult than she’d thought it would be. She hadn’t once gone near his construction trailer, too afraid he’d be there and she’d find a reason to talk to him.
Now as she made her way toward his trailer, her stomach fluttered in anticipation of seeing him, and she knew her mission of pushing him from her mind had failed.
She wanted to be with him, wanted to talk and laugh, flirt and touch. She was falling for him, and it was driving her crazy. She could try to deny it all day long, but she wanted his arms wrapped around her, and his lips on hers. If she were being truly honest, she’d admit she wanted more than that. But if she didn’t confess that to herself, she could pretend it wasn’t the case.
When Daisy broke away from the private oasis that surrounded her home, she stopped in her tracks. All of her warm and fuzzy feelings instantly disappeared as she looked out across the land. Her mouth dropped open, and fury replaced desire.
Hudson Anderson was a lying bastard!
She picked up her pace as she made her way to his trailer. His truck was sitting next to it, and the door was open. She was sure he was inside making his coffee in the hopes of distracting her, but it wasn’t going to work — not this time — not even if he gave her his most charming smile. He was a liar and she was going to make sure he knew what she thought of him.
She flew up the steps and marched inside, finding him sitting behind his desk. His head lifted as she halted in front of him, her hands slamming down on his desk as she leaned down, her eyes on fire, her body practically shaking from anger.
“Well, good morning,” he said, his lips wobbling as if trying to hide a smile. That took her anger to a whole other level. She had to clench her fists to keep from reaching out and slapping him, but the urge to punch him remained.
“Don’t you dare good morning me. Not after what you’ve done!”
His expression didn’t change as he looked over to a