Daisy Does It All (Clover Park, Book 2) Contemporary Romance (The Clover Park Series) by Kylie Gilmore Page B

specialty. I’ll leave her to it.”
    He made a fast exit.
    “You have him trained well,” Jessica said with a sly wink for the cameras.
    “No training needed when you have a solid marriage based on mutual respect,” Daisy said, surprising even herself with that statement. She was starting to believe she was in some perfectly dreamy marriage. Lie long enough and it starts to feel like the truth . Trav played the part so well. Was this what marriage to Trav would be like? She had to admit it was kind of wonderful. It almost made her forget the man who stood silently off-camera bringing her troubled past front and center. Almost.
    She focused on the task at hand and cooked up a very respectable grilled cheese on store-bought whole wheat bread.
    Jessica only ate one bite.

Chapter Nine
    Trav watched off-camera as the interview continued. Daisy was telling Jessica how she enjoyed making every day special, like a holiday. People actually believed this shit? They sat at Gran’s dining room table drinking tea, a plate of Milano cookies untouched in front of them. He’d done his part playing the adoring husband. They’d just finished the longest lunch of his life while the cameras rolled. He’d kept busy feeding Bryce chicken and rice while Jessica kept asking Daisy questions about “small-town life.” Daisy grew up in Clover Park, but she’d lived in the city for years and traveled a lot too. He knew she’d lived in Israel for a couple of years and spent a summer in Costa Rica. Daisy said none of this, instead letting Jessica paint her as just a small-town girl.
    If she wanted to come off that way, fine. But that guy Max…not cool. Max watched Daisy the whole time, looking like a lovesick cow. Bastard . Didn’t the fact that Daisy was married with a kid register? Trav didn’t know exactly what went down between Daisy and Max, but from Daisy’s reaction to seeing him today, he knew Max must have done something really bad. Something that fifteen years later could still shake Daisy up. He couldn’t wait to kick the asshole to the curb.
    “Cut,” Max said.
    Jessica raised an eyebrow and turned to Max. “What’s the problem?”
    “Fifteen-minute break,” Max said, rotating his hand in a gesture to the crew to break. “Daisy looks like she’s getting tired.”
    “Seriously?” Jessica demanded. “She’s fine. Aren’t you fine?”
    Daisy stood. “I would like to stretch my legs a bit and check on Bryce.”
    “Fine,” Jessica said with a fake smile that reminded him of a kid getting underwear for a birthday present. She stood and hissed something at Max that Trav didn’t catch before she walked like she had a pole up her ass from the room.
    Daisy stretched her arms over her head, arching her back. Damn, she was so hot.
    “You okay, Daze?” Trav and Max asked at the same time.
    Trav glared at Max. The man was slippery. He didn’t trust him one inch.
    Daisy looked only at Trav, which suited him just fine. “I’m just going to take a little walk.”
    “You can’t,” Trav and Max said at the same time. They stared at each other.
    “Go on,” Max said. “You’re the husband.”
    “Damn right,” Trav said. “Daze, it’s starting to flurry. The wind is picking up, and it promises to be a world-class blizzard. You should stay indoors.”
    Daisy took a step toward the door, plainly ignoring him.
    “It could mess up your hair and makeup,” Max said. “We’d have to redo it, and that would put us behind schedule.”
    That got her attention.
    “Okay,” Daisy said. “I’ll just check on Bryce, then.” She left.
    Max watched her go. “You’re a lucky man. Hold onto that one.”
    “I plan to,” Trav said with enough bite to make his position clear. “This storm is gonna be bad. If you don’t hightail it back to the city, you could get stuck on the road.”
    Max lifted one shoulder up and down. “We can always take the train. Anyway, I know Jessica, and she likes to really dig deep with her