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moved into the spare bedroom in Daisy’s place when Daisy had told a few of her coworkers she was looking for a roommate. It was always a good thing to split expenses, and Daisy genuinely enjoyed Catherine’s company. It was also nice to have someone to complain to when her love life wasn’t going as well as she might like.
    Catherine had had the same problems until she’d met her boyfriend, Declan. Spending one’s time flying back and forth from Seattle to London sounded like fun, but it was hard to find someone to date as a result. A few coffee dates turned into dinner dates. The dinner dates turned into a relationship. Catherine met Declan’s parents. She joked that they were in no hurry, but Catherine had already told Daisy that Declan was the one .
    Daisy was thrilled for Catherine. She’d like to meet the one , but so far, it hadn’t happened.
    Daisy met lots of single guys on flights. She met married ones as well but did her best to avoid them. Many of her fledgling relationships didn’t last long due to her schedule. Daisy wasn’t so worried about finding a guy to have a family with; she’d have plenty of time to have a baby later on. Right now, she just wanted to meet a guy who could handle her independent lifestyle. Men claimed they liked a woman who wasn’t underfoot all the time but were irritated when Daisy couldn’t drop whatever she was doing (or reschedule work) to be with them.
    If Daisy had a rough time meeting guys the rest of the year, August through February was tougher. She sacrificed one or more of her days off every other week to work the Sharks’ road game flights. She told everyone else that it was extra money, but she was more interested in the opportunity to be anywhere near Grant Parker for a few hours. She didn’t want to dwell on the fact that she was attempting to get the attention of someone unattainable, as opposed to a guy who might want to date her.
    Catherine reached out to grab the teakettle they kept on the stove to fill it with water. “How about a cup of tea?”
    â€œThat would be great,” Daisy said. She grabbed a pear out of the bowl and reached out for a napkin to blot up the juice. “How was London?”
    â€œI didn’t see much of it this time. I went to Harrods Food Hall, though.” Catherine turned to face Daisy, waving a plastic-wrapped box of tea bags in the air. “How’s the best-seller list?”
    â€œI have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    â€œOf course you don’t.” Catherine’s voice dripped with playful sarcasm. “I checked it on my phone. Number five. And you’re beating Nicholas Sparks.”
    â€œAt least the people in my book don’t die at the end.”
    â€œYou could say that.” The teakettle on the stove whistled. “Did you talk to him on the flight home today?”
    She didn’t have to spell out who “him” was. They both knew.
    â€œJust a little convo,” Daisy said.
    â€œAsk him out for a cup of coffee.” Her roommate put a mug of tea on the table in front of Daisy. “Tell him you’d like to rip his clothes off and do unspeakable things to him.”
    â€œHe’s probably heard that one before.”
    â€œNot from you, he hasn’t,” she said. “You’ll rock his goody-two-shoes world.”
    â€œHe’d probably tell me he was praying for me.”
    â€œHe’ll need some prayer by the time you’re done with him.”
    T HE STORM RAGED on outside but Grant really didn’t want to spend the rest of the evening cooped up in his condo. He’d actually played two quarters in today’s game after Tom Reed had been injured. He was torn between happiness he’d gotten to play for two quarters and concern for a teammate he liked and respected.
    Maybe he should go downstairs to one of the restaurants at the base of his high-rise building, have a