“You don’t want Blunty marrying her either,” Daisy stated the obvious, although how she’d figured it out was beyond me. “You want him for yourself. For us.” Goddamnit, Daisy. I quickly glanced around to make sure no one had heard her—shockingly accurate—observation. “That’s not how it works, D. I can’t just… take what I want.” “Why not?” She jutted out a hip as she continued relentlessly. “This is your house, isn’t it, Daddy?”
