Chapter Forty-Five‘Daisy, do you have any sevens?’
‘Go fish.’
Kent scowls and picks up a card from the pile.
‘Cal, do you have any fours?’
‘Damn it.’ Callum tosses Daisy three cards.
‘Yes!’ She lays down her set of fours. ‘I’m a Go Fish pro.’
‘You only learnt how to play it twenty minutes ago,’ Kent mumbles. He’s not doing very well. And, like me, I don’t think his head’s in the game. It’s elsewhere, thinking of other things. Thinking of Jenna.
‘Doesn’t matter,’ Daisy beams. ‘It’s obviously a natural talent of mine. Your turn, Al.’
I look down at my cards. My set’s crap. And I couldn’t care less. ‘Daisy, do you have any twos?’
‘Go fish!’ Daisy laughs loudly.
‘Shh,’ hisses Kent, glancing behind him at the bed. ‘You’ll wake her up.’
We all look over. Jenna’s still deep asleep. She
