Page 35 of The Chemistry Coach
Daisy giggled and followed the order, her fingertips lingering on Amber’s face.“Are they watching?”
“Yeah.Hazy looks annoyed, but the other guy looks like he wants to throw me in a dumpster.And the real young one just seems happy to be here.”
Rolling her eyes, Daisy stepped away from Amber and handed her a napkin.“Can I get your number?You can give a fake one.”
Amber wrote her name and number across the top of it before folding it and handing it to Daisy.“It’s the real one.You should keep it.Maybe we can hang out when you’re around for work.Not a lot of people our age out here.”Her smile turned sly.“Or you can give it to him.He seems like he might be fun for a night or two.”
Daisy was pretty sure every single person of age within a thirty-mile radius was in this bar, but in the grand scheme of things, pickings were pretty slim.She gave Amber a parting smile and returned to the booth to confront a seething Hazy.
“That’s not fair,” he bitched when Daisy could hear.“You cheated.”
Daisy rearranged her face into a mocking pout.Connor made space for her at the table.
“Not true,” she replied.“We never said no interfering.”
“It was implied.Beanie, tell her it was implied.”
Daisy raised her eyebrow at a scowling Connor.He sided with her.“I don’t think it was.”
Hazy shot Valentine a pleading look, but his was no match for Daisy’s puppy dog eyes.With one look at her, his shoulders drooped.“I have to side with Daisy on this one.It was a smart play.”
Hazy huffed out a sigh.“Fine.I’ll interfere too.”
Daisy grinned at him.“Oh, I don’t need to leave the table again tonight.I already have you beat, and I didn’t need a partner.”She stared at Valentine, who grinned shamelessly back.
Hazy’s jaw dropped.“How?You spent the whole time dancing!How many numbers do you have?”
Daisy laid out her six napkins.Five from the dances she traded, and one from Amber.
Hazy, clearly pissed, pulled five napkins from his pockets.
Daisy studied them.“Huh, you did better than I thought.”
“Yeah, I would have you beat if you didn’t cheat.”
“We already established it wasn’t cheating.How about instead of being a sore loser you use the,” Daisy twisted her wrist to check her watch, “twenty-seven minutes you have left before karaoke to go get more numbers?I’ll do you a solid and keep my ass planted right here in this booth.”
Hazy chugged half his drink and stood.Valentine tried to follow him, but Daisy stopped his movement.“Uh-uh.No wingman.He has to do it on his own merit.”
Valentine scooted his butt into the booth.Daisy rose from her seat, and Hazy threw a fit.“You said you wouldn’t leave the table!”
“Relax!”She waved a hand, signaling for Connor to get up so she could scootch in first.“I’m switching seats.”
Hazy gave her a suspicious once-over.“Why?”
“Because I want to!You’re wasting time.”
She was scheming, but she had a point about the time.Hazy scoped out the room and approached a table of young women.
She slid into the booth, and Connor followed, trapping her once again.Daisy handed Valentine and Connor each a napkin.“Numbers, please.”
Connor started writing his number without further questions.Valentine looked at her, incredulous.“That’s cheating.”
“How?I’m at a bar.Asking single men whose phone numbers I don’t already have for their numbers.It seems fair to me.”
Valentine squinted at her, trying to find a hole in the logic.Eventually, he wrote his phone number on the napkin and passed it to her with a sigh.“He’s going to be so mad.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
