Page 97 of Havoc's Fox

“If you have to turn in completed art pieces, maybe just have them delivered. Send Brandt to deliver them,” Analise said, snickering a little.

“Or Havoc. That would be interesting.”

“Oh! Havoc and Uncle Maverik.”

Both women laughed, the release much needed for them both.

“If you have them deliver anything to the college, please have somebody else go to film it. I really want to see it.”

Daisy laughed, nodding as she nibbled on a cookie.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all that. Are still going thought it. You should have called me.”

“I was so embarrassed. I should have known better. I’m not a stupid person.”

“No, but you’re very trusting, and very sweet and so, so pretty. And you make the perfect target because you find it hard to believe that anybody could have anything other than honorable motives for anything they do because that’s how you are. That’s your nature, and unfortunately there are those out there that would and did take advantage of your natural instinct to trust and to only see the good. That doesn’t show badly on you. That shows badly on them.”

Daisy sat beside Analise and smiled at her as her eyes misted slightly. “Thank you. I should have called you.”

“You’re welcome. I should have called you, too. I just felt like we’re all family and I didn’t want anyone to feel like they had to choose sides.”

“I get it,” Daisy said.

“So, what do we do now?”

“We get some more munchies and find something to watch that’s not a Christmas movie.”

“Oh! Practical Magic!” Analise said.

“Yes! Practical Magic!” Daisy echoed.

~~~

“Hey! What’s up?” Ronan said, the very moment Havoc answered his phone.

“My blood pressure!” Havoc said, snickering darkly.

“Oh, Lord. It’s a good thing I called then,” Ronan said. “Want to go grab something to eat and have a few beers?”

Havoc looked over at Harley curled in the corner of the sofa with a blanket wrapped around her watching Frozen for the third time that day and knew he couldn’t leave her right now. “I’m gonna have to take a rain check. How about tomorrow? We could go early afternoon so I’d be home for bedtime.”

“Yeah, we can do that. Sounds like a plan to me.”

“I’ll call Momma and see if she would mind watching Harley for a couple hours.”

“I want Analise to watch me,” Harley said petulantly.

“Baby, I told you Analise is going home. She won’t be here.”

“I want Analise,” she grumbled, tunneling deeper into her blanket.

“I hear you say Analise is going home?” Ronan asked.

“Yeah,” Havoc said.

“And how’s that going to work?” Ronan asked.

“It’s not.”