Forever Love at Wildflower Lock (The Wildflower Lock #4)

Chapter 64

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Even after several minutes with a towel, Johnny still wasn’t bone dry, but his feet were clean, his fur was no longer dripping and he’d eaten a large bowl of Bruno’s dog food which would be more than enough to see him through the morning.

‘Thank you,’ Daisy said, as she prepared to leave Ezra’s apartment.

‘It was a pleasure, honestly,’ Ezra replied. ‘Who knows? Maybe I’ll see you again. And Johnny, too. You know him and Bruno are lifelong friends now.’

Daisy grinned as she opened the door and stepped across the corridor to the stairwell.

‘I know. I’m sure he’ll be pestering me for another playdate as soon as we leave. And don’t worry, your secret about having a dog here is safe with me.’

A cheeky smile curled at the corner of Ezra’s lips. It was the exact smile that had made her stomach flutter earlier and it was doing the same again, though she was trying her hardest to ignore it.

‘I’ll be honest with you, I don’t think it’s much of a secret,’ he said. ‘See you later, Daisy and Johnny.’

As if knowing what response was expected, Johnny offered a single bark before he and Daisy headed up the stairs towards Bex’s flat.

It was only when she reached the seventh floor that Daisy realised she still hadn’t taken her phone with her. In fact, she hadn’t even turned it back on since she’d had enough of all the missed calls the night before. At some point, she knew she’d have to deal with a barrage of messages from Theo and her mother, but she wanted to make sure she had a cup of tea in her hand before she did that.

With Johnny sitting by her heel, she knocked on Bex’s front door.

Immediately, it swung open.

‘Where’ve you been? You’ve been gone for ages,’ Bex said.

‘I took Johnny for a walk and I’ve been downstairs with your neighbour since I got back.’

‘What? Who?’

‘Ezra. He lives on the second floor. You must know him. You have a radar for hot guys. And he is definitely hot. He’s also unbelievably lovely and has the most gorgeous dog, Bruno. I can’t believe you don’t know who he is.’

Bex’s normal response upon hearing about a good-looking man was to ask as many questions as possible to establish whether he would be suitable dating material. Especially one who lived so close to her. But rather than doing that, her face paled.

‘Daisy,’ she said.

‘What? I think he’s your type. I mean, he said I was stunning and his ideal woman, but?—’

‘Daisy,’ Bex said again, this time more firmly. Her head remained forward, but her eyes shifted to the side as if she was implying there was something inside the apartment she wanted Daisy to see.

A second later, Daisy realised exactly what Bex was trying to tell her. Theo was there. Theo was there, and he had heard every word Daisy had just said.