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need a team of men to lift is it?”
    “No. It’s just the mixer.”
    He wasn’t sure how they’d managed to break an industrial mixer, and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to know. “Well, it’ll save us the price of the delivery at least.”
    Sending a quick text out to Erica so that she would know where he was, Mark headed for his car, sliding into the seat and starting it with a purr of the engine.
    On top of all of the renovations, they were going to have to add space to their back rooms, because if they were going to be serving an influx of new customers, as well as the PGA, they were going to need more space for storage. And a kitchen that wasn’t constantly suffering some crisis or another, although the rate of them had died down at least since the club first opened. That was something to be thankful for.
    Thoughts of the potential renovations kept Mark occupied all the way to the closest store where he could buy an industrial kitchen mixer. He sighed as he slid from the car and crossed the parking lot toward it. At least it wasn't busy.
    He stepped inside, and made his way through the clusters of displayed merchandise to the area where the kitchen mixers were. His manager had given him a precise make and model for the one they needed, and he pulled out his phone to check for it, picking the one off the shelf that matched.
    The man behind the counter was in a jovial mood as he rang up Mark's purchase and handed him the box and the receipt. Mark was a little less happy. The box was heavy. He thanked the man anyway and moved toward the door, in a hurry to get back to the country club before anything else happened that needed his attention.
    He was focused on getting to the car and getting back when a flash of light off the glass of a storefront window caught his attention. A jewelry store. Mark paused.
    Buying something for Erica might be nice. A little thank you for the call to the Pro Golf Tour. He took the box the rest of the way out to the car and slid it into the back seat, then walked back toward the jewelry shop.
    It was a nice little place, not one of those awful chain jewelry stores that he'd always felt terrible shopping in, and the pieces were laid out on dark velvet, sparkling in the light.
    Mark had meant to buy a necklace. Maybe a bracelet. The engagement rings caught his eye, and he found himself drawn toward them, wandering closer until he was looking down into the case.
    “We have a lovely selection of rings,” a voice said, and he looked up to find a young woman in an immaculate navy blue dress watching him with a smile. “Are you thinking about proposing?”
    He hadn't been. But he could. He'd known that he loved Erica for weeks now, and the thing with the Pro Golf Tour had only confirmed how perfect she was. She was the kind of woman Mark wanted to hold onto, and as he thought that he nodded.
    “Yeah,” he said after a moment. “Yes. I am.”
    The woman's smile brightened by kilowatts. “Fantastic! Well, I would love to help you look for a ring. What sort of piece are you thinking of?”
    “Honestly?” Mark said, smiling a little ruefully. “I’ve no idea. It's kind of a spur of the moment decision.”
    “Tell me a little bit about what she's like, then,” the salesgirl, whose name tag read Kayla, said.
    “She's gorgeous,” Mark said, and then realized that probably wasn't what Kayla was looking for. “Sorry. I mean. She's blonde. And she's a pro golfer. So she likes to be outdoors, but at the same time she's always dressed really sharply. Keeping up appearances for the clients, you know. And I know that she really likes gold, but I don't know a lot more than that.”
    “Those are good places to start.” Kayla gestured to a tray of rings. “These are some of our nicest gold pieces. How large a diamond? And do you know what cut?”
    Mark didn't know that either, but he looked over the case she had pointed out and his eyes found a sleek gold ring with a diamond cut in a shape