Crazy For You. Emma Heatherington

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СКАЧАТЬ involved after not seeing each other for four years.”

      “Three and a half.”

      “Whatever. You’re missing the point.”

      Eddie was starting to fear his abilities as an actor and was merely seeking reassurance from the more experienced Daisy.

      “Oh, so now you’re starting to panic, Mr I’ve-got-a-great idea-but-haven’t-thought-it-through.’ Don’t start trying to come up with a plan now. We’re here and it’s too late to stage anything.”

      Eddie gasped and clasped a tanned hand over his mouth in despair.

      “Who or what rattled your cage? Don’t you dare back out on me now, Daisy.” He dramatically ran his fingers through his hair and Daisy was astounded they didn’t break off midway in a battle with all the wax and gel.

      “I’m just saying, it’s way too late. If you hadn’t bored me to tears all the way home with tales of your pathetic love triangle with a Hollywood screen writer and his juvenile son, I might have been able to think of something. You snooze, you lose.”

      Eddie bit his lip. If this backfired he would eventually have to tell his mother the truth, but the only problem was that she didn’t believe there was any other meaning to the word ‘gay’ than ‘happy’. It would kill her quicker than the cancer would.

      “For the record, the son – Brad was his name – was not a juvenile. He was twenty-one years old,” said Eddie with an ever- so-slight American accent.

      “Brad. Of course. I should have remembered that one.”

      “Perfectly legal. So there. And if I recall properly, a lot of the conversation was dominated by Jonathan’s love life. Not that that you care one tiny bit, of course.”

      Why was he taunting her like this? If anything he should be complimenting her and trying to win her over. He wasn’t doing himself any favours at all.

      “Well, anyway,” said Daisy, reaching for the door handle. “Thanks for the free ride home. Good to see you again and all that. I’ll be over later to see your mother.”

      “Daisy, don’t be like that!”

      She stuck her nose in the air, knowing she was acting like a six-year-old. She didn’t care. The whole idea was bloody ridiculous anyway.

      “I’ll just pop across and see my Mum, say hi to your Mum and then it’ll be back to Belfast for me. You come up with some other crazy scheme to convince your poor mother that marriage and babies are on the horizon…”

      “But Daisy, we can still do this. Please. I’m begging.”

      “Maybe sexy Shannon has a sister called Simone or Sorcha who would play along with you. That really would be keeping it in the family.”

      Daisy opened the car door and stormed out, stomping across the cobbled road of her childhood. She then turned on her heels back to the car where Eddie was sitting with his mouth open, catching flies.

      “Did, er, did you change your mind, Daisy?”

      He reminded himself of Bambi. Pathetic, weak and unable to stand on his own two feet.

      “Not a hope,” said Daisy, reaching into her car. “I just forgot my bloody shoes.”

      She slipped on her new pink flip-flops, which felt horrible and squidgy under her feet that were wet from the rain and marched towards her mother’s house with an air of vengeance. She could hear the engine running in Eddie’s car and the wipers beginning to squeal as the rain subsided. She looked a mess. Her make-up was running, her feet were soaked and she looked rough from the two-hour drive, but she didn’t care.

      She didn’t care one bit how she looked…until she glanced up at the house on the end of the row and saw Jonathan Eastwood staring at her from his old bedroom window as if he’d seen a ghost. Her heart hit the floor. Now she really did care how she looked. A lot.

       Chapter 4

       Hell Knows No Fury Like A Woman With Runny Make-Up

      Even from the steamy windows of the Mini and the giant splodges of rain that bounced, seconds apart on the windscreen, Eddie could see the shock on his brother’s face. In the middle of the street, Daisy also stood like a pillar, frozen to the spot.

      She couldn’t believe he was at home. If only it wasn’t raining. If only they had stopped the car up the road to freshen up. Maybe then she could have fixed her hair that had looked so glorious this morning and touched up her make-up. A spray of perfume wouldn’t have gone amiss either. She’d kill for a generous spray of the stuff now. She had a massive bottle of it in her suitcase but that wasn’t much use. Anyway, it was too late to be thinking of dolling herself up now, she thought. Jonathan had already seen her and there was nothing she could do about it.

      With her head spinning, Daisy turned on her heel and marched back towards the car. Eddie turned down the automatic window, fearful as she came bounding towards him, all wild, wet hair and streaky make-up. This wasn’t what he’d planned at all.

      “You didn’t tell me he would be here,” she hissed, and without giving him time to answer, she stuck her head straight into Eddie’s, and planted the fullest, most passionate kiss right on his lips.

      Eddie couldn’t breathe. Daisy’s lips were like pneumatic tyres, pressing on top of him. He raised his hands for mercy, but like a woman possessed, she grabbed his wrists and clasped them round her neck, twisting and turning her face as if in the throes of passion. All of her best drama school workshops were being put to the test now. In her mind she was kissing Johnny Depp, but sadly, in reality, she was stuck to the face of a Graham Norton wannabe. She opened one eye and tried to sneak a peek up at the window to see if Jonathan was still there.

      The firm tap of her damp shoulder confirmed he wasn’t.

      “Am I seeing things? What on earth is going on here?” asked Jonathan in disgust.

      “What does it look like?” Daisy stood up straight and tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear. Inside she was shaking. Could she really pull off this ridiculous stunt? Jonathan looked more handsome than she could ever remember. She couldn’t believe she was face to face with him after all these years. Snap out of it, Daisy, she chided herself. The past was in the past now.

      “Daisy and I are engaged to be married,” piped Eddie from the driver’s seat of the car, now able to breathe again.

      “No, we are not,” said Daisy, pushing Eddie’s head back into the car and enjoying the look of sheer confusion written all over Jonathan’s perfect face. “Not yet, I mean. I still have to pick my ring, don’t I, honey?”

      She opened the car door and Eddie stiffly climbed out, his legs about to sing with joy after being cramped up to his chest for nearly two hours.

      “So this is the girlfriend you left to collect this morning? Daisy is your girlfriend?” Jonathan looked into his brother’s eyes and Eddie saw a bewilderment СКАЧАТЬ