I hesitate. “Daisy, you don’t…” have a crush on him. She meets my eyes and reads them well. “Like you said before, Lily, he’s seven years older…well, about to be six.” She tries to give me a reassuring smile before she breaks from my side and catches up to Cleo, but I’m not satisfied. Because she glances back at Ryke as he peels off his wet shirt and wrings it out. Her eyes flit over his body, and I see a not-so good future. I’m not sure how Lo would react to a Daisy and Ryke scenario. All I know is that he wouldn’t be happy.