Intercepting Daisy by Julie Brannagh Read Free Book Online Page A

practice this morning, don’t we?”
    â€œI’d appreciate that. I need to be at the facility by one PM for meetings.” Grant laid the piece of celery onto the galley counter as he reached around her to bump fists with the pilots. He nodded at the guys and took Daisy’s elbow in his fingertips. “Got a minute?” he said to her.
    â€œOf course she does,” one of the pilots called out.
    â€œGo talk to him, Daisy. We’ll handle things up here,” the other one said.
    Handle things? They’d get into the snacks and make a mess. She’d end up getting quizzed by those two later about what Grant wanted, but she followed him out of the galley.
    â€œLucky me that you’re here today,” he said. He smiled. Her knees knocked in response.
    â€œUsually, I’d see you tomorrow for the team flight,” she said. “It’s nice you’re here too.”
    She still couldn’t think of anything remotely interesting to say. He’d taken her hand in his. She told herself to breathe. His hand felt warm and dry, and he stroked his thumb over the back of her hand as he spoke.
    â€œI’d better hurry up. The other passengers will be mad if I keep you all to myself.”
    Grant gave her another nod. It wasn’t like she’d never been asked out before, but she was suddenly nervous. Suddenly? Hell. She’d been nervous and excited since she heard his voice. And if he wanted to stand here and hold her hand all day, the other passengers were going to have to get over it. She looked up into his sparkling eyes.
    â€œAre you busy later on?”
    â€œNot especially,” she said. She didn’t want to look desperate, but she’d cancel almost anything if he was asking her out right now.
    â€œWould you like to have a glass of wine or a coffee with me? Maybe around seven?”
    â€œSure,” she said. “That would be fun.”
    â€œHow about I text you later, and we can set up a place?”
    â€œI’d like that,” she said. Rachel caught her eye from a few rows behind where they stood and winked at Daisy. She was pretty understanding, but there was a limit. “I have to get back to work.”
    â€œI’ll text you later,” he said. “Let’s hope it’s a good flight home.”
    â€œAbsolutely,” she said.
    Grant sat down in the front-row window seat. She gave him a little wave as she hurried away. She wanted to break out in a wild dance of joy in the center aisle, but she managed to control herself. She now had a date with Grant Parker? Maybe she was dreaming.
    Daisy was so busy that she didn’t have a chance to talk with Grant again during the flight. Less than an hour after the flight landed, her phone chimed with Grant Parker’s contact information and the fact that he’d like to get together with her at Purple, a wine bar and restaurant at the base of a high-rise in Bellevue.
    And now, as she stood in front of her closet, she was having major buyer’s remorse. She wasn’t sure what to wear.
    She was so excited and nervous she could hardly breathe. A squadron of butterflies had invaded her stomach. She’d fantasized about this guy, dreamed about him, and wished she could spend even an hour chatting with him. The chatting part might be a challenge if she didn’t calm down a little. She might open her mouth and blurt out something really cringe worthy or ridiculous. Who was she kidding? Of course she would. She had wondered so many times what it would be like to be alone with him.
    She knew he was shy after observing him on so many team flights. She was a dork. What if both of them were too afraid to talk and spent the time struggling to make conversation?
    â€œIt’s just a first date,” she muttered to herself. “You’ve been on a million of them before.” Maybe not quite a million, but a hundred would not be much of an exaggeration. They tended to go