to see their favorite ball player. They talked sports for a moment, and Brian hugged the boy, giving him advice on staying in school and going after his dreams. The child was on cloud nine and the father thanked them as they walked away.
"That was amazing."
"What?" Brian asked, unfazed.
"That entire interaction. Signing autographs. Taking pictures. You really made that little boy's day."
Brian shrugged. "It is part of the job. I would not be who I am if I did not address my fans. Those are the people who buy my jerseys and come to the games. Plus, I'm home so who would I be if I did not treat my fans from home extra special?"
Daisy sipped her wine, looking at the man sitting across from her. That was the side of Brian she liked to see. The compassionate side that considered other people's feelings and would give you the shirt off of his back if you needed it.
"You are minimizing what happened there, but I see how huge it was."
He shook his head, finishing his meal.
"So are we going to talk about this morning or not?"
Daisy gulped the rest of her wine, hoping that it would give her the courage to have the discussion that was necessary.
"You keep bringing up the fact that you think that we need to talk. What do you want to talk about Brian?"
There. She threw the ball in his court, let him lead the conversation.
Eyebrow raised, Brian put his fork down and leaned in as if he was going to tell a secret.
"There is so much history between us Daisy, I can't believe that you want to sit here and act as if this," he pointed at her and then at himself, "is casual."
He leaned back in his seat. "But if that is the way that you want it to be, the so be it. I can't make you change your mind."
She was not sure what she was supposed to say.
Jack and Tracey returned to the table, laughing, full of energy. Daisy looked at them, wanting to feel like that in her life. She could not recall a time when she ever felt like what she was seeing between her father and Tracey.
"I've taken care of the check already. Tracey and I are about to enjoy the night air. You two kids are on your own." Jack kissed his daughter on the cheek and gave Brian a hearty pat on the shoulder.
The parents walked out, leaving Brian and Daisy at the table. Daisy busied herself gathering her purse.
"Well, I guess we should get out of here." Brian offered his hand to Daisy as she pushed her chair back to get up.
She accepted the gesture. His hand around hers felt protective, comfortable. They walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand.
"If you want to be real, upfront about what is happening between us, come see me."
Brian slid something in her pocket and turned to walk away.
She watched him get in his car and drive off. Sliding her hand in her pocket, she pulled out a key card.
Brian had just made his intentions clear. It was up to Daisy to respond.
Chapter 4
Daisy sat in the parking lot, turning the key card over and over in her hands. What would happen if she went to Brian's hotel room? Surely, he did not want to just sit and talk, reminiscing about old times.
She could not ask anyone else for advice. This was something that she had to figure out on her own. Daisy shifted the car in drive and started out of the parking lot. It was a blood rush when she realized where she was going. She always hated 'What If" and knew that she had to make her way to the hotel to see Brian. If she did not do it, she would wonder forever what would have happened if she would have gone. At least this way, whether things went well or not, she would at least have an answer.
The hotel was not far from the restaurant. It was one of the five star hotels that sat in the heart of downtown. She had been to one convention there some time ago, and it was the kind of place that people with money frequented.
He had written the room number on the back of the card. She found the elevators and took them to the appropriate floor. His room was at the end of the hallway. She held the
"That was amazing."
"What?" Brian asked, unfazed.
"That entire interaction. Signing autographs. Taking pictures. You really made that little boy's day."
Brian shrugged. "It is part of the job. I would not be who I am if I did not address my fans. Those are the people who buy my jerseys and come to the games. Plus, I'm home so who would I be if I did not treat my fans from home extra special?"
Daisy sipped her wine, looking at the man sitting across from her. That was the side of Brian she liked to see. The compassionate side that considered other people's feelings and would give you the shirt off of his back if you needed it.
"You are minimizing what happened there, but I see how huge it was."
He shook his head, finishing his meal.
"So are we going to talk about this morning or not?"
Daisy gulped the rest of her wine, hoping that it would give her the courage to have the discussion that was necessary.
"You keep bringing up the fact that you think that we need to talk. What do you want to talk about Brian?"
There. She threw the ball in his court, let him lead the conversation.
Eyebrow raised, Brian put his fork down and leaned in as if he was going to tell a secret.
"There is so much history between us Daisy, I can't believe that you want to sit here and act as if this," he pointed at her and then at himself, "is casual."
He leaned back in his seat. "But if that is the way that you want it to be, the so be it. I can't make you change your mind."
She was not sure what she was supposed to say.
Jack and Tracey returned to the table, laughing, full of energy. Daisy looked at them, wanting to feel like that in her life. She could not recall a time when she ever felt like what she was seeing between her father and Tracey.
"I've taken care of the check already. Tracey and I are about to enjoy the night air. You two kids are on your own." Jack kissed his daughter on the cheek and gave Brian a hearty pat on the shoulder.
The parents walked out, leaving Brian and Daisy at the table. Daisy busied herself gathering her purse.
"Well, I guess we should get out of here." Brian offered his hand to Daisy as she pushed her chair back to get up.
She accepted the gesture. His hand around hers felt protective, comfortable. They walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand.
"If you want to be real, upfront about what is happening between us, come see me."
Brian slid something in her pocket and turned to walk away.
She watched him get in his car and drive off. Sliding her hand in her pocket, she pulled out a key card.
Brian had just made his intentions clear. It was up to Daisy to respond.
Chapter 4
Daisy sat in the parking lot, turning the key card over and over in her hands. What would happen if she went to Brian's hotel room? Surely, he did not want to just sit and talk, reminiscing about old times.
She could not ask anyone else for advice. This was something that she had to figure out on her own. Daisy shifted the car in drive and started out of the parking lot. It was a blood rush when she realized where she was going. She always hated 'What If" and knew that she had to make her way to the hotel to see Brian. If she did not do it, she would wonder forever what would have happened if she would have gone. At least this way, whether things went well or not, she would at least have an answer.
The hotel was not far from the restaurant. It was one of the five star hotels that sat in the heart of downtown. She had been to one convention there some time ago, and it was the kind of place that people with money frequented.
He had written the room number on the back of the card. She found the elevators and took them to the appropriate floor. His room was at the end of the hallway. She held the
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