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Daisy rolled her eyes.“Typical,” she muttered, but Connor could swear the hint of a smile tugged at her lips.“Okay.You love blue.That’s something you have in common… Are you a cat person or a dog person?”
“Both,” Lover said.
Hazy hesitated, rubbing his forehead.“Dogs.Definitely dogs.Cats are mean.”
Daisy laughed.“Maybe they don’t like you.”
Hazy gasped in horror.“That sounds like a them problem.I’m a fucking delight.”
Daisy’s eyebrows flew to her hairline as she stared him down.“I’m sure you are.”
Connor chuckled, and she blessed him with half a second of eye contact before returning her attention to her paper.“And you, Greene?”
“Dogs.”He handed Lover another triangle.
“I don’t know, man,” Lover butted in, “you give off big cat energy.”
“That’s rude to say,” he told the rookie.The fake glare he paired with his words had Lover looking ready to crawl under the table and hide.“Jesus,” Connor said.“I’m kidding.”A joke should not have put his linemate on edge.They needed to fix their relationship.
“Okay,” Hazy dragged out the word.He held two popsicle stick triangles together while Lover taped them.“Do you have anything deeper, Daisy?”
Daisy flipped a few pages.“Here’s a fun one.Everyone tell us an embarrassing story.”
“I don’t get embarrassed.”Hazy said.
“Oh, whatever.”Lover called him out.“You asked for a deeper question.You answer it.”
Hazy looked to the ceiling, thinking.“Fine.I once walked into a telephone pole while staring at a cute girl.”
Connor chuckled.“Hey man, we’ve all been there.As a kid, I wasn’t watching where I was going, and I bumped into a mannequin.I apologized like ten times before I realized it wasn’t a real person.”
Lover grinned at them.“I have not walked into random objects.But I did pee my pants at a sleepover in fifth grade.That was horrible.And my friend’s older sister was so pretty.I’ve never been more mortified.”
The Connors laughed at their own misfortune, and Hazy roped Daisy into the conversation.“C’mon Daisy, now you know one of our embarrassing stories, tell us one of yours!”
Daisy snickered.“Have you witnessed the past hour?What in this whole scenariowasn’tembarrassing?I don’t need to tell you a story; you lived it with me.”
Hazy and Lover laughed along with her, but Connor frowned.She shouldn’t feel embarrassed.Maybe on their next visit they could make her more at ease.
Chapter 5
Daisy
Daisydidn’twaittoget home before she texted Patrick.As soon as all her coworkers had cleared out of the office, she tapped out a message.
So...I met Connor Greene today.
Less than a minute later, her phone rang.A smile tugged at her lips.He would never answer with a text.Patrick would deny it if asked, but he loved any sort of drama.Drama surrounding his rival was his favorite kind.
“Tell me everything,” he demanded.
Daisy laughed.“Wow, not even a hello?A ‘how are you?’Nothin’?”
Patrick’s grumble pulled a giggle from her.“Yes, yes.Hi, how are you?I miss you, yadda-yadda.Now.Tell.Me.Everything.”
She leaned back in her chair, unsure where to start.She had spent the last few hours dissecting the interaction.
When she didn’t answer straight away, Patrick whined.“Daaiissy, tell me.I can hear you thinking over there.Tell me you do not still have the hots for him.”
