Hudson (Anderson Billionaires #4) - Melody Anne Page 0,76

thought of that seemed to cheer him.

“Sounds good,” Hudson said.

“I could use a big gathering,” Finn said. Then he turned to Joseph. “Go ahead and invite the cousins.”

Joseph smiled. A party was right up his alley. And it got his mind off his troubles. He nodded as he picked up his phone, getting ready to send out a group message.

“Crap. You’d better call the caterer,” Crew said. He had no doubt this little get-together was about to get massive.

Hudson was going to find out exactly what Daisy was made of. Because there was nothing like an Anderson get-together. It would either make you or break you. He’d find out in just a few days. He couldn’t wait.

Was Daisy the type of woman a man kept forever? Was he willing to take the risk and find out if she was? Would he be willing to let her go if she was that woman? He didn’t have any of the answers he needed. He had a feeling he would soon enough . . .

Chapter Twenty

Daisy was a bit too excited as she watched Hudson’s truck pull up in her driveway. This was the man she was supposed to convince to sell her land back to her. Instead, he was the one convincing her she was fighting for something without quite realizing what she was fighting for. She tried to harden her resolve, but she couldn’t quite do it.

He knocked on her door and she forced herself to count to ten . . . slowly . . . before she pulled it open. The sight of him in a nice dinner jacket with a blue golf shirt beneath and tan pants was enough to cause her breath to hitch. Instead of his appeal dimming over time, it was only growing stronger. He was damn good-looking.

For you,” he said as he held out even more beautiful flowers than the last bunch he’d given her.

“You really shouldn’t get me flowers,” she said as she took them. But she did love the beautiful colors and scents. She’d never received flowers from a man before, and it sent an odd thrill through her.

“My mother would scalp me if she were alive and I showed up to take a woman out without bringing flowers.”

“I would’ve really liked your mother. She sounds a lot like my grandfather,” Daisy said.

“She most certainly was one-of-a-kind,” he said. Daisy stepped aside and let him slip into her modest home as she went to the kitchen and found a vase, placing her bouquet inside it. They smelled heavenly.

“I’m ready,” she said after a minute. “What’s the plan today?” She wasn’t expecting an answer.

“Lunch and golf,” he told her.

That stopped her in her tracks. First, he was telling her what they were doing, and second . . . golf?

“I don’t play golf,” she said. “And what in the world does that have to do with anything?”

He escorted her from the house, straight to his truck, then helped her inside. He climbed in, started the vehicle, and began driving before she got an answer.

“My dream is to open a golfing community so it’s very relevant.”

“Do you honestly think taking me to a place where the rich and snooty hang out is going to change my mind?” The look on her face told him the opposite effect would happen.

He smiled. “Golfing is about so much more than playing a game or rubbing elbows,” he told her. “It’s about spending time together and having a place to gather. Sure, there are snobby people who play, and those who do it just for the business deals, but I’d say the majority of people who enjoy golf do it because it gives them a sense of freedom out in an open field, a challenge for a game that might look easy, but is anything but that, and it can be played by both the young and the old.”

“I guess I haven’t thought about it in those terms,” she reluctantly admitted. “But you do have a valid point.”

“I know,” he said as he sent her a wink.

“Do you ever admit to being wrong?” she asked.

“Not very often,” he said. “As a matter of fact, I can’t remember the last time I was wrong.”

She laughed at that as they made their way down the road. They continued to chat until he turned, taking his truck through a gated private drive. She looked at him with her brows raised.

“I think my point is proven more than yours,” she told him as they