Noah’s POV
I’m worried, the altercation between Felix and the developer is still racing through my head as we pull into Daisy’s driveway, the take out we ordered on the way home, balanced on her lap.
Climbing out of my truck, I make my way around to the passenger side, pulling open the door and taking the food from Daisy’s hands, before helping her down, her feet landing gently on the concrete as she slides from the seat.
As she steps out of the way of the door, I slam it shut, before I place my hand on her back protectively, and we walk together toward the front door.
Entering the house, I hand Daisy back the plastic bag of takeout, watching her as she gives me a small smile before turning around and carrying it through to the kitchen. Once she leaves my sight, I turn back to the fron
