Sorting it out

Brett growled. "You think I went with Lana because I was overcome with the need to be with her and get away from you?"

"I don’t know, Brett. You ditched me, you’re the one with the answers."

"Daisy, you forget so soon? You ditched me first."

Her mouth fell open. "I did not."

"The hell you did. Almost the second we arrived, you took off. I had to hunt you down and when I did, you were dancing with that prick."

"Armstrong is my cousin, I told you that already."

"A distant cousin." He said in a form of reminder. And believe me Daisy, I don’t care if he’s a damned priest. He wants to nail you."

"Oh my God, that’s absurd. Stop deflecting, Brett. You were talking business with your associates. It was awkward standing there. For them as well as me."

"Daisy, that's your place, right there, beside me, that's where you ought to be. Awkward or not."

Her head jerked back as if he’d slapped her. "Excuse me, come again please."

"How would you feel if I walked away from you at a Lex and Gibson e