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by Paige Toon If you fall too Daisy has a secret in her past that she won't even tell her best friend, Holly. Chasing Daisy - Toon, diachentiterto.tk Read Chasing Daisy by Paige Toon for free with a 30 day free trial. 'Daisy!' Frederick barks. 'I need you to run an errand.' My boss! My saviour! Thank you. Daisy has a secret in her past that she won't even tell her best friend, Holly. Praise for Paige Toon's novels: 'You'll love it, cry buckets and be.
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Share This eBook:. Add to Wishlist. Instant Download. Description eBook Details Click on the cover image above to read some pages of this book! The House of Memories. Jack of Diamonds. The Pact A Love Story. Just Curious. The Tailor's Girl. Golden Earrings. Alluring Tales Hot Holiday Nights. The Empty Nest. I bend down to try to stand it up. I almost jump backwards. My right hand is stinging like crazy from where I put it down on the gravel, and my knee feels horribly tender beneath the black pants of my black, white and gold team uniform.
He leans in and studies the graze and I feel jittery as I, in turn, study him.
His light blond hair is falling just across his eye-line. I have a strong compulsion to reach over and push it off his face. I look around to see that quite a crowd has gathered to watch me and revel in my embarrassment.
Speaking of which. It means the same thing. I smirk. Will shrugs in amusement and bends down to dust off the scooter. Will you be okay, er.
I feel my face heat up again so I quickly turn my attention to the marshal. I scan my eyes around the room. The tables are peppered with guests: Catalina is sitting at a table next to a skinny, tanned brunette, with medium-length, wavy hair. Holly will know. Holly knows everything. Actually, I take that back. Nothing beats popcorn. He looks like a cartoon gangster, Frederick. Big nose, greasy black hair. I glance back at him to see him eyeing me suspiciously. He has an annoyingly good sense of smell.
There are three bags of potatoes for you to peel, Daisy. Fancy it? In front of Will? Last time they said this, we were in Shanghai towards the end of the season, and they were out on the town until three a. When Simon got wind of it, he was not happy. She knows as many Italian swear words as I do. One of the undeniable bonuses of working with me. You have to be to fit in those Formula 1 cars. I lean back in my seat and watch as a group of gorgeous girls in their late teens strut by.
I know I look older. Well, that was back in America. Plus, Holly is tiny at five foot one and I look enough like a giant next to her as it is. I was enjoying myself. This is his first year in Formula 1. Have a few beers with the lads, you know, good for team morale.
A tiny glimmer of hope starts to flicker inside me. Dan returns with our drinks and then goes off to chat to Pete and the other mechanics standing on the pavement. Unusually for a racing team, our previous drivers both retired at the end of last year, so we started this season with two newbies. Will, unlike Luis, has been in Formula 1 for a couple of years.
Until yesterday. They use it to learn the different track layouts.
Pete let me have a go on it a few weeks ago. She looks stricken. Holly carries on, oblivious to my pain. The press back home love it how Will has stayed with her through thick and thin and has never been tempted by all the bimbos on the racing scene.
And yes, I am. And I am sure as hell not going to chase after someone who has a girlfriend. I notice Holly wiping some of the lipgloss off her beer glass and smudging it back onto her lips. My mother is Italian and my father is British, but when I was six, he moved the whole family to America. Holly and I hit it off immediately.
We met for the first time in Japan last year where we got through several jugs of sake in the hotel bar one night. The jugs are only tiny, but boy is rice wine strong. We were shit-faced by ten p.
After Brazil, Frederick asked me to stay on for another year to do a full season. Holly has been rummaging around in her bag for ages and now she finally emerges with a tube of pink lipgloss.
She reapplies some, giving me an overtly smug look. I could do with some of that, actually. Just in case Will does deign to join us. What am I thinking? No, no, NO! Damn it.
I slick some over my lips, then tuck my long, dark hair behind my ears and wait.
A few minutes later, a taxi pulls up outside the pub and the high-heel-clad feet of a woman gracefully step out of it onto the pavement.
Then Luis climbs out of the car behind her. He reaches our gathering and is enthusiastically welcomed by the mechanics, most of whom are standing on the pavement behind our table. Holly and I remain seated, while Pete stands up and leans across us to clap Luis on the back. One of the lads lifts a chair over the heads of the people drinking at the table next to us and plonks it down beside me, waving his hand with a flourish to Alberta.
Pete immediately offers his chair to Luis. Same again? Cousin, I mean. Pete returns with a tray full of drinks for the lads, plus glasses, champagne and an ice bucket.
Holly and I help him unload it before he heads back to the bar to return the tray. I hear a cork pop as Luis deftly pours champagne into three glasses, handing one to each of us girls. I still have a few sips of Shiraz in there somewhere.
I look at Holly in shock. A split second later I hear the sound of a chair scraping on the pavement and turn back to see Luis standing up. She slumps back in her seat and watches his departing backside. Alberta takes the refilled glass without so much as a thank you and sits back in her seat, crossing her legs so her mini skirt rides even further up her thighs. I look away, bored and unable to play the game like my friend, and see Luis emerge from the pub doors.
Alberta sits back up in her seat, but is visibly deflated when Luis stops to chat to the lads. I know how she feels. I look at her and crack up with laughter. Alberta glares at us both before standing up, plucking the champagne bottle out of the ice bucket and going to join Luis.
We wind our way out towards the pavement, squeezing past the revellers already swarming to occupy our recently vacated chairs. We abruptly fall silent.