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Jesse Gunn’s farmer friends convince him to have his fortune told, but he never expected the gypsy fortuneteller with the fake accent to be so lovely, so enticing. Intrigued, he asks her to dinner, but Daisy has an agenda, thinking his father is also her own. Stunned by the accusation, Jesse doubts this claim. Daisy couldn’t possibly be his sister, or could she?
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Here is an excerpt from Daisy.
An hour and a half later, I was ready to close the shop, having read for six people and earned a few coins. Fay had left, needing to prepare for the show tonight. I washed the coal from my hair, dunking my head in a bowl of water. Then I wiped away the kohl from around my eyes. I wore my best dress, a grey and black skirt with a bustle and a fitted bodice. Gathering my hair into a bun, I tied the ribbons of a bonnet beneath my chin, examining myself in the mirror. I longed to look like this every day, not just for church or special occasions.
“You look like a proper lady now,” I murmured to myself.
A small revolver remained hidden in a drawstring purse, and I figured I would not have to use it, but a girl could never be too sure. The rap on the door made me jump.
“Just a moment.” Was that Mr. Gunn already? I released the lock, peeking outside at the tall man who stood on my stoop. “Hello.”
He grinned beneath a wide-brimmed hat. “Evenin’.”
“You look ready to me.”
“Then what are we waiting for?”
He seemed entirely too eager to whisk me away. “W-where are we going again?”
“To my parent’s farm. It’s a few miles into the valley.”
“And you’ll bring me back, right?”
“How do you propose we arrive? I wasn’t planning on walking that far.”
“Me either. I got a horse and wagon. Is that acceptable to you?”
“That’s fine.” I closed the door behind me, turning the key in the lock. One could never trust the circus folk, as quite a few had been thieves in earlier careers. “I’m ready then.” He helped me down the steps. “Thank you.”
I marveled at his height, his handsome face hidden beneath several days worth of hair growth. “Does your family know about me?”
“I’ll let you fill ‘em in on all the details, honey.”
“You don’t believe I’m your sister, do you?”
“Not in the least, but if it amuses you to think so, then be my guest.”
“What if I am?”
“That remains to be seen.”
I had brought a gold watch, with Mr. Gunn’s initials inscribed in the back. It was the only bit of proof I had that he was my father, that and my birth certificate, but I kept the paper hidden in a safe place.
“You sure you don’t recognize your own kin?”
He glanced at me, smirking. “You look nothing like a Gunn, Daisy.”
“I inherited my looks from my mother.”
“It’s not just the physical attributes. I can assure you. If you really were my sister, I wouldn’t be attracted to you in the least.” His eyes skimmed over me, their depths darkening. “As it is, I find you extremely attractive.”
I pursed my lips. “Well, that’s not good.”
“Not for your claim to my name. Nope.”