Free Sweet Seduction by Daire St. Denis Page B

the morning replaying the weekend, or rather, snippets from the weekend, in her mind. Jamie’s hands on her body. His mouth and tongue, too. That very, very male part of him inside her...
    Lordy.
    She fanned herself.
    Then there was his chest. She loved his chest: the muscles, the ink, the bruises.
    God. He was perfection. He might not believe in it, but he was the closest thing she’d ever found to perfection in a man. Smart, funny, tough, incredibly sexy, great in bed. And he loved her baking. Too good to be true.
    If it’s too good to be true, it probably is...except for when it isn’t.
    Daisy smiled, thinking of all the times Nana had said that over the years, always followed by her deep, throaty laugh. Well, Jamie wasn’t exactly perfect. He did bolt on Sunday morning. That part was less than perfect. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’d asked her out again, his hasty departure would have ruined everything.
    So it was Jamie’s fault she’d forgotten about the meeting today, not hers. She wasn’t avoiding the unpleasantness of her divorce; she was trying to focus on pleasant things instead. Wasn’t that the foundation of happiness?
    Of course, unpleasant didn’t begin to describe the dealings with her ex. Hellish torture where her fingernails were pulled out with pliers was a much more apt description.
    Pausing outside the door, she could see Alan through the narrow window, looking cool, coiffed and impatient.
    She curled her fist and pounded hard on the door. She did it only to watch Alan jump—which he did. With a smile, she opened the door and walked in.
    Alan rolled his eyes upon seeing her. “Late and without counsel. Again. Daisy, you can’t keep doing this.”
    She plopped herself down in the chair across from him with her old-school file folder spilling documents across the table. “We both know why I keep doing this, Alan.” She placed her hands on the table and leaned forward. “There’s no money left for lawyers.” She looked around. “Speaking of which, where’s that money-grabbing ass of yours?”
    Using his chin, Alan indicated the man was standing behind her. Daisy turned.
    Jamie stood in the open doorway, blinking at her in confusion. “Mrs. Smith?” He opened the file in his hands and quickly glanced through.
    Daisy stood. However, her lower jaw felt like it stayed glued to the tabletop. “What the hell are you doing here?” She glanced back at Alan, suspicion flooding her veins. “What the hell is he doing here, Alan?”
    â€œMy lawyer is out of town,” Alan explained. “This is his partner.” He pointed between them, frowning. “Do you two know each other?”
    â€œNo,” Jamie replied so quickly that the yes on the tip of Daisy’s tongue was swallowed before it could be uttered.
    â€œNo?”
    How could such a small word—only two letters—suck the air right out of Daisy’s lungs and sap the strength from her legs? She collapsed into the chair, numb, unable to do anything but stare at the man who strolled around to the other side of the table, casually sitting beside her ex-husband.
    Jamie’s unexpected presence had stolen her ability to breathe. His denial about knowing her had stolen her thoughts, her ability to see straight, and most importantly, her ability to hold her tears in check.
    â€œMs. Smith,” Jamie said, looking at her from across the table. “Where is your lawyer?”
    â€œIt’s Sinclair.” Daisy said, her glare shooting daggers at Jamie. “And I don’t have a lawyer.”
    Alan threw his head back and groaned. “Oh, my God! We made the agreement last month that she’d show up with a lawyer and we’d hammer out the sale of the bakery. Then we’d be done with all this.” Alan leaned across the table, his face flushed with anger. “Daisy, we’re not going to have