Chapter Twenty-Seven
Tristan
“b****y hell!”
I tossed my phone on the bench in the locker room and quickly dragged a clean t-shirt over my head. I’d just finished showering after practice. Because I was that obsessed with Daisy, I’d reflexively grabbed my phone, intending to text her and let her know I’d be stopping by with dinner.
My heart was thudding against my ribs, and I felt sick again. I was angry and terrified at once. I should’ve known Daisy would keep thinking. I wanted her to just forget about rehashing everything with us and let it happen.
No, mate. You don’t want to talk about it, and you want her to go along with that. She wants more, and she’s not accepting anything less.
This was a disaster, but not the disaster I’d been worried about. I needed to straighten it out rig
