Page 62 of Unsuitable

And I don’t like him.

Right?

“Hi, Kas.” It feels weird, saying his name. I nervously tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “What are you doing here? I mean…you’re here…and you’re not normally here, at the train station.”

Jesus…Daisy.

Kas laughs at my rambling.

His third laugh.

I made him laugh.

Yes, I’m glowing. And, yes, I’m counting his laughs.

It’s just so rare that I hear him laugh, and I like the way it makes me feel when he does, so I’m counting.

“I was nearby, running an errand,” he tells me. “I saw your train pull in. Thought I’d give you a ride. Save you from walking.”

Holy…wow.

The Kas of last week would never have thought to stop and give me a ride. Here is a guy who drove past me in the rain and splashed me with a puddle.

It’s a dry, sunny day, and he’s here, offering to drive me into work.

I might faint.

“Okay. Well, thank you. I appreciate it.”

He gives a gentle nod of his head in response, causing his hair to fall in his eyes. He brushes it back with his fingers, tucking his hair behind his ear. The sun catches on the strands, making it appear lighter than it is.

I wonder if his hair is as soft as it looks.

He’s sporting stubble today as well. It looks good on him. Makes him even more rugged and handsome.

God…he’s good-looking…

“Daisy?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Are you gonna get in the car, or are you just going to stand there, staring at me all day?”

And…there he is.

My face flushes bright red. “Oh, um…yeah, of course.” I fumble, reaching for the handle. I pull open the door and slide onto the leather seat.

I can’t believe I was staring at him.

For God’s sake, Daisy, stop mooning over him. Sure, he was nice yesterday and is being nice today, but it doesn’t mean anything.

Honestly, I’m starting to think that I prefer Kas-hole better. At least I knew where I stood with him. Kas-nice…confuses the crap out of me.

I put my bag in the footwell and put my seat belt on.

Kas starts the engine. Radiohead’s “Creep” comes on the stereo.

“How are you feeling?” he asks me, pulling away from the station.