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questions asked. She’d never asked him to stop by on break, though he’d shown up a few times to pick up dinner when he knew he’d run into her. Maybe Rico was right. If he backed off, Daisy would come to him. Course, he hadn’t exactly backed off. It was only two days ago that he proposed. She must want something.
    That night, he walked briskly to Garner’s in the brutal cold. Temps below freezing and a lot of snowstorms had been good for his snow-plowing business, but he was looking forward to spring and all the work that meant for his landscape company Elegant Land Designs. He pushed open the door of Garner’s and walked into the always busy restaurant. Daisy’s parents had made it into a welcoming place for people in town to get together on any occasion. He spotted Daisy right away—who could miss that sunny smile as she chatted with a customer—her long, wavy, blond hair, her lips so full and lush. And her body, a perfect hourglass that always had his hands itching to run up and down those sweet curves. He raised a hand to signal her.
    She held up a finger and pointed to the bar. He settled at the bar to wait. He glanced at the TV. The Knicks were clobbering the Grizzlies.
    “What can I get ya, Trav?” the bartender Josh asked.
    “Just some water,” Trav said. “I’m not staying long.”
    Josh nodded and filled a glass, handing it over.
    “Thanks.” Trav went back to the game. A few minutes later, someone tapped his shoulder. He turned, already smiling in anticipation of seeing Daisy. “Hey.”
    It was Rico. His smile dropped.
    “Not who you were hoping to see?” Rico asked with a smile.
    Trav turned back around. Rico lived in the same apartment complex as Daisy on the other side of town, though not near her apartment. Thankfully. Otherwise Daisy might have been one of Rico’s long line of women. Trav didn’t like the idea of sharing her with his friend. Ever.
    “What’s up?” Trav asked.
    “Not much. Watching the game. Drinking beer. Chatting up the lovely ladies.” He signaled Josh. “Corona.” He turned to Trav. “No beer tonight?”
    “I’m not drinking,” Trav said. “I’m meeting Daisy.”
    Rico gestured for Trav to grow a pair.
    Trav gestured to his middle finger.
    Rico shook his head sadly. “We talked about this. Let her come to you.”
    He smiled. “ She called me .”
    Rico’s beer arrived, and he took a long swallow. “Ahhh.” He pointed his beer bottle at Trav. “Yeah? What’d she want?”
    “I don’t know. Who cares?”
    “A guy with pride would care.” He flashed a smile over Trav’s shoulder. “ Hola, mamacita .”
    Daisy kissed Rico on the cheek. “ Hola, guapo .”
    Rico smiled widely. “Oh, guapo . Very good. And true. Muchas gracias .”
    “I picked up a little Spanish one summer in Costa Rica,” Daisy said modestly.
    “What’s it mean?” Trav asked.
    “That’s between me and mamacita ,” Rico said, putting an arm around Daisy.
    Daisy laughed. “It means good looking.”
    “Hey, you never call me guapo ,” Trav said.
    Daisy flashed him a sunny smile, and he actually felt his heart kick up. That’s what he’d been missing seeing from her. That sunny smile aimed right at him just about made his night.
    “You never called me mamacita ,” she said, handing him a takeout box with the meatloaf she’d promised. “I’ve only got a fifteen-minute break. Come with me.”
    He rose from the bar stool and followed her.
    “ Cojones ,” Rico stage-whispered behind him.
    Trav turned halfway to slash a hand through the air in a clear gesture of shut your trap to Rico, but Trav never took his eyes off Daisy’s hips as they swayed in those snug black pants. She headed for the back door, stopping to grab her down parka from a hook near the exit, and the enticing rear view disappeared.
    She headed for her Subaru. They got in, and she turned the car on, blasting the heat.
    “This is cozy,” he said from the passenger seat. His breath came out in a