Chapter Twenty-Eight
Daisy
I reached for my phone and tapped the screen, rereading Tristan’s text for perhaps the thousandth time since he’d sent it late the other night.
I need to see you. Please.
That’s it. That’s all he said. I’d first read it around two in the morning. I’d fallen asleep restless and out of sorts. I’d woken in the midst of a heated dream—a rather amazing s*x dream involving Tristan, of course. I’d been so close to o****m, I’d almost texted him back right then and asked him to come over. But then I’d read his message again. And again and again. It was the very definition of vague. The only clarity was I knew he wanted to talk. My heart was so hungry and my hope was so greedy, I was interpreting all kinds of things.
I tossed my phone back on my desk and put my face i
