Daisy waited several minutes, long enough to realize that, yet again, she had no idea what to say. Her car had seemed to drive here by itself, and she hadn’t fought it. After Riva had gone back to Benton’s motel, Daisy hadn’t known what to do with herself. She’d been glad for an automatic reaction, one she didn’t have to question. Coming to Jo had felt right enough, and she was only starting to regret it now.
By the time Jo shuffled down the stairs, Daisy’s stomach was churning, and she’d chewed off her latest layer of lipstick.
“What are you doing here?” Jo sounded both wary and hostile.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” Daisy couldn’t lift her gaze.
Jo snorted. “What about your new best friend’s house?”
“You’re my best friend,” Daisy whispered. “That’s never changed.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“Can we just go get a milkshake? Please?” Daisy forced her head up.