Intercepting Daisy Read Online Free Page A
Author: Julie Brannagh
Heâd gotten enough crap from his teammates and the local sports radio hosts over the woman with the twins. Of course, the guys thought giving him shit showed that they cared.
His teammates didnât seem to care when he threw himself into a window seat on the flights to away games, pulled out his tablet and his headphones, and sealed himself off. He socialized with the guys at times, but he preferred to keep his private life private.
Of course, the Sharksâ PR group capitalized on his visits to the local childrenâs hospital, his interactions with the Make-A-Wish kids visiting practice once a week, and his speeches at local churches. He was fine with the media talking about that. The public ate it up. They wouldnât believe how he spent the vast majority of his time off.
Heâd discovered early on in his dating life that many women who claimed they loved long walks on the beach, picnics, and bike rides on sunny days on online dating sites also wanted the nastiest, crudest, no-strings-attached sexual encounters he could offer. He wasnât complaining. He knew he wasnât the only guy in the world who was interested in getting what he wanted and then getting out, but it would be nice to meet a woman who had her way with him and then threw him out.
He didnât want feelings. He didnât want tenderness. He wasnât interested in the melding of souls, at least not right now. He wanted to bury himself balls-deep inside a beautiful woman, roll out of her bed, pull on his pants, and go home alone. He was pretty sure there was a reason for this that he didnât understand, but he wasnât willing to plumb his psyche right now for the motive behind why heâd avoided attachment to others (especially romantic partners) so much. If the author of Overtime Parking was a woman, heâd happily reenact every scene in her book. No matter how potentially compromising or how shocking.
Chapter Four
D AISY NEVER MADE it to the hot bath sheâd been dreaming about. She woke out of a sound sleep a few hours later to the sound of a crash and someone saying in a British accent, âDammit. Damn suitcase wheels.â It didnât take the brains of a duck to figure out who it was. She threw the blankets back, jumped out of bed, and hurried down the stairs.
âYouâre home early,â she called out.
âBloody hell,â her tall, slender, red-haired roommate said. âMy flight home got cancelled, so I deadheaded back to Seattle through NYC. And the wheels on my bag decided to go tits up too. I love dragging a suitcase through JFK.â Catherine heaved a sigh. âItâs not all bad. It seems I might have an extra day or two off as a result.â She reached out to lock the townhouseâs front door. âSorry I woke you up.â
âNo, youâre not,â Daisy said. The two women grinned at each other.
âNice to see you,â Catherine said.
âIâm relieved to see you too. There were a few minutes earlier I was pretty sure I wouldnât get to.â
Daisy pulled breath into her lungs. The first time sheâd had a near-miss on a flight, sheâd laughed it off. This time, sheâd kept thinking about all the things she still wanted to do in life, like fall in love. It still hadnât happened. What if it never did? She knew all the safety statistics on flying, but they didnât account for the fact that she still had a lot of living to do.
âBut here you are. Fancy that.â Catherine reached out to pat Daisy on the back while she shoved her suitcase away from the front door. âHow about a piece of fruit?â
âIâd rather have a pint of Ben & Jerryâs, but thatâll work.â
Catherine had been with Pacifica Airlines for eight years. She didnât mind working international flights. As a result, she worked a few days a week and spent the remaining days dealing with the jet lag. Sheâd
His teammates didnât seem to care when he threw himself into a window seat on the flights to away games, pulled out his tablet and his headphones, and sealed himself off. He socialized with the guys at times, but he preferred to keep his private life private.
Of course, the Sharksâ PR group capitalized on his visits to the local childrenâs hospital, his interactions with the Make-A-Wish kids visiting practice once a week, and his speeches at local churches. He was fine with the media talking about that. The public ate it up. They wouldnât believe how he spent the vast majority of his time off.
Heâd discovered early on in his dating life that many women who claimed they loved long walks on the beach, picnics, and bike rides on sunny days on online dating sites also wanted the nastiest, crudest, no-strings-attached sexual encounters he could offer. He wasnât complaining. He knew he wasnât the only guy in the world who was interested in getting what he wanted and then getting out, but it would be nice to meet a woman who had her way with him and then threw him out.
He didnât want feelings. He didnât want tenderness. He wasnât interested in the melding of souls, at least not right now. He wanted to bury himself balls-deep inside a beautiful woman, roll out of her bed, pull on his pants, and go home alone. He was pretty sure there was a reason for this that he didnât understand, but he wasnât willing to plumb his psyche right now for the motive behind why heâd avoided attachment to others (especially romantic partners) so much. If the author of Overtime Parking was a woman, heâd happily reenact every scene in her book. No matter how potentially compromising or how shocking.
Chapter Four
D AISY NEVER MADE it to the hot bath sheâd been dreaming about. She woke out of a sound sleep a few hours later to the sound of a crash and someone saying in a British accent, âDammit. Damn suitcase wheels.â It didnât take the brains of a duck to figure out who it was. She threw the blankets back, jumped out of bed, and hurried down the stairs.
âYouâre home early,â she called out.
âBloody hell,â her tall, slender, red-haired roommate said. âMy flight home got cancelled, so I deadheaded back to Seattle through NYC. And the wheels on my bag decided to go tits up too. I love dragging a suitcase through JFK.â Catherine heaved a sigh. âItâs not all bad. It seems I might have an extra day or two off as a result.â She reached out to lock the townhouseâs front door. âSorry I woke you up.â
âNo, youâre not,â Daisy said. The two women grinned at each other.
âNice to see you,â Catherine said.
âIâm relieved to see you too. There were a few minutes earlier I was pretty sure I wouldnât get to.â
Daisy pulled breath into her lungs. The first time sheâd had a near-miss on a flight, sheâd laughed it off. This time, sheâd kept thinking about all the things she still wanted to do in life, like fall in love. It still hadnât happened. What if it never did? She knew all the safety statistics on flying, but they didnât account for the fact that she still had a lot of living to do.
âBut here you are. Fancy that.â Catherine reached out to pat Daisy on the back while she shoved her suitcase away from the front door. âHow about a piece of fruit?â
âIâd rather have a pint of Ben & Jerryâs, but thatâll work.â
Catherine had been with Pacifica Airlines for eight years. She didnât mind working international flights. As a result, she worked a few days a week and spent the remaining days dealing with the jet lag. Sheâd
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