Three Words: A Novella Collection by Lindy Dale Read Free Book Online Page A

little
while, Daisy struck up a conversation with two girls who had
travelled from the top end of Western Australia ~ three hours by
plane and then another three by car ~ just to attend the VIP
function. They were like two playful kittens both talking at once
and giggling over what they were going to say when they met Hawk,
how hot he was and how much they were looking forward to the
concert.
    “ You don’t seem that excited,” one of them said to Daisy. “My
heart’s beating so freakin’ fast I think I’m going to have a heart
attack if he doesn’t come out soon.”
    “ God knows what she’ll do if he touches her,” the other
gushed.
    “ Probably wet myself. Do you think I should tell him about
that dream I had?”
    “ Not unless you want to scare him to death before he goes on
stage.”
    “ Don’t be such a cow.”
    “ I’m not. It’s a fact of life that Hawk Moon would never, in
his right mind, date someone as normal as us. He’s merely our
fantasy man.”
    Daisy said
nothing. Inside she was a bundle of nerves but she was trying to
keep a lid on it. She realised Henry wasn’t interested in her. Like
the girls she was talking to, Daisy was merely another fan, a
normal girl. Not one who had a rock star for a boyfriend. She would
have to be content knowing that Henry had invited her even if it
was only to say thank you.
    As if by
remote, the tent went silent and though Daisy was facing the other
way she knew Henry had entered the room. It wasn’t the fact that
everyone was silently agog at his charisma. She could smell his
aftershave. Hints of the bush after a rain wafted around the room
as he circulated, greeting his guests and signing autographs. It
was exactly the same as the smell on his shirt the previous
evening. Well, the part that wasn’t covered in sheep wee.
    “ Oh. My. God. I think I’m having an orgasm,” the first girl
said.
    “ Sooo hot,” whispered the second.
    From behind
her champagne glass, Daisy’s eyes widened at the man who had put
his arm around her last night. He was hot ~ sizzling like a
hotbox in a sauna, in fact ~ there was no other word to describe
him. Imagine what the girls next to her would do if they knew Henry
had been at her house!
    Henry looked
like a different person from the man she’d met the previous
evening. His hair was gelled and spiked towards the ceiling in
twists. A diamond stud decorated his ear and a large cross tattoo,
the symbol on the cover of his first album, stood out on his bicep.
He wore a black vest with no shirt under and a pair of black
leather pants that were so fitted nothing was left to the
imagination. He was all ready for the performance. He was his alter
ego, Hawk Moon.
    At last, Henry
reached Daisy’s side of the room. His face lit up when he
recognised her. That was the man she’d met, the real Henry.
    “ Daisy.” Coming to stand beside her, Henry leant over and
kissed her cheek, leaving a burning imprint behind.
    Two mouths
dropped to the floor. “You know each other?”
    Daisy glared
up at Henry. Why had he had to draw attention to her like that?
    “ Ah, yeah.” She gave an embarrassed shrug. “Sorry. I should
have said something when you started going on about his body but I
didn’t know how to without sounding like I was dropping names.” And
she didn’t know Henry that well. Even if it felt like she
did.
    The girls
began to laugh. “God, how embarrassing. Here we were gushing and
you said nothing. What is he? Like your cousin or something?”
    “ Daisy and I are friends,” Henry replied. “We have a common
interest in sheep and red wine.”
    He pulled her
towards him for a hug. Daisy’s pulse began to pound. Her heart
started flip-flopping. Oh dear. There it was again. That spark of
electricity. Surely, he could feel it or maybe she was just getting
carried away with the whole rock star adoration thing.
    After a
second, Henry pulled back and gave her a dazzling smile. “It’s so
great to see you again.”
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