And I leave.
But he knows I’ll be back.
In nearly ten years of knowing Connor, we always seem to return to each other—even when we were thousands of miles apart, on two separate planes of existence—even when it seemed like our futures had strayed.
He may not believe in fate, but I do.
And I know I’m fated to be with him.
CHAPTER 12
ROSE CALLOWAY
5 months and 10 days – Mom
I slip my cell in my purse, about to head to the Calloway Couture offices. Savannah stays close by my side with the camera hovering. As soon as I head towards the door, it whips open and Daisy walks in with her white motorcycle helmet beneath her arm.
“Hey, Rose.” She sets the helmet on the leather couch and twists her long blonde hair in a loose bun atop her head.
But she’s not alone. Brett enters with his steadicam, and Ryke shuts the door behind them, his black helmet dangling in his hand. Ryke slumps down on the couch and runs his fingers through his thick tousled hair.
“Good, I caught you,” I tell Daisy, deserting my plans for a second. “I want to give you something before I forget.” I should really get Lily in the living room too. But she’s much harder to wrangle. “Stay here.” I head to the hall closet and return with a shopping bag.
Before I pass her the bag, I notice the way Ryke and Daisy share furtive glances. She shakes her head at him, and he grits his teeth, his jaw locking into hard-cut lines.
“Is everything okay?” I ask with a little edge. I don’t like being out of the loop. If it involves my sisters, I want to be in the center fucking circle.
“Perfect,” Daisy says with a bright smile. I don’t believe her, and I have a suspicion Ryke wants to come clean since he shakes his head now. She grabs the bag out of my hand to distract me.
I let the issue go, only because I can’t prod today. I need to get work done at my office, and if I dwell on my little sister, I’ll worry until someone spills the truth. It’s probably not that bad anyway. I’m sure she just sped down the highway on her Ducati and almost got herself killed. In Daisy Calloway’s adrenaline-fueled world, that situation is like the sun rising and setting.
“Ooh,” she says. “Which one is mine, the tie-dye or the leopard-print?”
Ryke frowns. “What the fuck did you get her?”
I shoot him a glare. “Not whatever you’re thinking.”
“Panties,” Daisy tells him.
“That’s exactly what I was fucking thinking.”
She smiles. “I know.” And she pulls out a plastic package that does not contain panties. “Pepper spray.” She glances at me. “I think I’ll take this one.” She holds the tie-dye package.
“Since you and Lily have given up your bodyguards for the show, I thought it would be a good idea to have some sort of protection.” In order to film, Scott had a proviso that Daisy and Lily ditch their bodyguards, who had been keeping them safe from paparazzi after we went from anonymity to celebrity. “I also signed us up for a self-defense class.”
“Didn’t you used to take those classes all the time in Princeton? Why would you want to go to another one?”
“Because you girls should learn.”
“I don’t know if I have the time,” Daisy says honestly. “I’m booked for shoots a lot this week.”
“I think it’s a good idea,” Ryke chimes in from the couch.
My brows jump. “Really?”
“Sure,” he says, his eyes not softening like mine. “And if Daisy doesn’t have the fucking time, then Lo, Connor and I can help out here. We can push the furniture to the walls for space.” I would love to beat the shit out of Loren. But what’s more appealing is trying to pin Connor to the floor. I’d revel in that win for months.
“You want to help?” I ask Ryke.
“Why does everyone find that so fucking hard to believe?”
“I don’t,” I say. “I’m just wondering why you’re so concerned all of a sudden.”
“I’m always concerned. I just don’t voice my opinion every five seconds like you.”
“You’re a jackass,” I tell him casually.
“You’re a bitch.”
“Thank you.” I grab my phone out of my purse. “And I accept your help by the way. Lily really needs to learn how to protect herself without running behind Lo’s back.”
“Yeah,” Ryke says, “but you girls need to fucking admit that you can’t protect yourself against a hoard of angry guys with a mini-bottle of pepper spray and a kick to the nuts. It’s better if we’re there too.”
I dial Lily’s number. “I disagree,” I say. “The tip of my heel to your ball sac would cripple you.”
“A hoard of fucking guys,” Ryke emphasizes. He purposefully rests his dirty boots on my coffee table.
I choose not to break his neck. This time.
Daisy pries the plastic open and pops out the canister from the packaging.
I press my phone to my ear, the ringing incessant.
Daisy shakes the pepper spray. “Should I test it out?” She grins and points the nozzle at Ryke. “Stay away, you pervert!”
Ryke’s face darkens, not amused.
She drops her hand and walks over to the couch, plopping down beside him. They have an intense whisper-conversation that Brett tries to catch by edging close to Daisy. Ryke physically plants his hand on the camera lens and drives Brett back, putting space between them.
Brett glares. “You can’t touch the cameras, Ryke. How many times do we have to tell you that?”
“Back up and I won’t.”
Brett shakes his head, but he shuffles backwards.
I concentrate on my phone call, and the dial tone sounds after the last ring. I groan and click the “off” button. “LILY!” I shout. I know she’s upstairs, and I want to give her a bottle of pepper spray before I leave.
When I glance back at my little sister, I scrutinize the way she leans into Ryke as she whispers something to him. Her eyes drift over his features in a curious, impulsive manner, and my heart quickens.
She’s going to kiss him.
And then when her lips stop moving, Ryke puts a hand to Daisy’s cheek. And he forces her face away from his. It’s a gentle push that has her trying to tackle him on the couch with a laugh. They’re verging on flirting, even when his brooding features say that he’s pissed at her.
He struggles to hold her still as she slides beneath his arm and snatches his helmet. She swiftly fits it over her head, and he tries to pull it off her, his lips slowly upturning. But she wiggles out of his hold, and in seconds, she’s suddenly straddling his lap. He flips up the visor to his helmet and stares harshly at her, hiding his partial smile.
I worry that the cameras will pick up any chemistry between them. My mother will not approve of a Ryke Meadows and Daisy Calloway coupling. For multiple reasons.
“Both of you, stop it.”
Ryke snaps awake, and he shoves her completely off his body. Her back hits the cushions.
His eyes flit from me to the staircase. “Lo!” he yells. “Lily! Get your asses down here!” His voice is a lot louder than mine.