The Fae Book 2: Burr and Daisy

Chapter 6: We Need To Be On The Same Page

"I thought we'd better have a little sit down. Obe will be here in a little bit, but I thought we girls could talk first." Ginni was smiling sweetly at me, but I knew better.

"I can't imagine why. There's nothing you and I need to discuss," I told Ginni, fiddling with my phone. "Let me just put this on Do Not Disturb so we don't get interrupted."

The first time we had met, the day after Harmony's reception, Ginni and Burr had shown up at my bakery near closing time and waited for me to close.

"We need to talk," Burr had said, his silvery eyes on mine.

"You and I need to talk," I corrected him. "Ginni has no skin in this game."

Ginni's breath had hitched and the tears began trickling slowly down her face. 

"Daisy, please. We're all going to have to get along for the baby's sake. All I want is to help you and to make this co-parenting situation as good as it can possibly be for the baby's sake."

I watched her tears dispassionately. Burr looked hugely uncomfortable, the idiot.

"Obe, sweetie, could you please" -- sniff sniff -- "run and get me some tissues from the bathroom?"

He hesitated, and I prodded him to leave. I wanted to see what this bitch had up her sleeve.

"There are some in the men's room," I told him, and with a last look at me, he went off.

"You need to play nice," she hissed quietly at me when Burr was out of sight. "You can't beat me at this game, and I don't intend to lose Obe over this fucking kid."

Burr came out of the bathroom, tissue box in his hand, and I could tell that he'd hurried. Again, he looked at me first, but by then Ginni was really going for the Best Actress Oscar.

Her sobs racked her delicate shoulders. "I'm willing to get along, Obe, but you didn't hear what she just said to me!" Sob sob sob.

"She just told me she didn't want your whore -- whore -- to have anything to do with the baby. She said I'm just one more piece of ass to you and you'd never marry me, not if it meant she wouldn't allow you to have access to the baby."

Sob sob HUGE SOB sob sob.

Burr looked at her strangely. "Let's get going, Ginni." Then those silver eyes were aimed at me. "We'll talk later, Daisy."

Ginni tried to protest that we needed to get it all out now so we could move forward, but Burr wasn't having any of it.

"We're going," he told her, and I could tell she'd never heard that tone from him before and didn't quite know what to make of it. But she sure listened and hustled out after him. At the time, it didn't register that he wasn't holding her hand and he was walking ahead of her, not beside her.

So, since she'd been foiled at the bakery, she'd gotten in touch with me and asked me to meet her for lunch the next day, where I'd just told her she and I had nothing to discuss. 

"Au contraire," she said, waggling her finger at me, then pointing at my belly. "That kid is going to be in my house most of the time, and we need to be on the same page raising it."

Yesterday after being ambushed in my bakery, I'd met with a lawyer, Rita Caputo, that I knew Harmony had consulted with when Hatch was being an idiot. Since I was now faced with yet another idiot -- I was seriously beginning to wonder about the opposite sex -- I'd felt a strong need to protect myself and my child ever since Ginni had pulled her shit at Harmony's reception. That burned me, even more so that Burr seemed to buy her act. Granted, it was convincing as hell, from the way she'd hugged me after I blurted out news of my pregnancy, to the sweet, concerned words she'd spouted at me, to the imaginary smackdown she'd faked. This woman was dangerous because she looked and played sweet and innocent -- and played that up she did. If I hadn't been on the receiving end of her lies, I would have believed her act, no doubt. She was that convincing.