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“I better go deal with them. Are you okay? You should rest. Jeremy will be home from practice soon.”

“I’m fine,” she cried with exasperation. “Go, or I’ll shove you out of the apartment myself, and that means making the tired, pregnant woman get up,” she insisted.

“Playing dirty, are we?” I laughed, grabbing my keys off the counter.

“I’m not above getting down and dirty, if need be,” she said primly. It wasn’t until she took in my smug, amused grin that the meaning of her words struck, and she blushed deeply.

“Take care of yourself, flower,” I told her as I left. Flower suited her; she had a floral name after all.

On the way to my car, I couldn’t resist grabbing my phone and texting Jeremy.

Devon: I met Daisy. She’s sweet, I can see why you’re obsessed.

Hopefully he wouldn’t murder me.

Chapter 12

Jeremy

My hair stuck to the back of my neck as I rushed home. I had showered at the arena because I didn't want to smell bad when I got home, but I wanted to get back quickly.

I had someone waiting for me.

Someone who was a hell of a lot more important to me than my sweaty, stinky teammates. I liked my teammates, but we weren't particularly close. Instead of being a social butterfly, I kept to myself because I didn't want my negativity around the job to infect them.

I had admitted to Grayson one evening that I despised the job. It was after several drinks and in a moment of weakness. He swore not to talk about it to anyone else on the team—though I assumed his packmates knew.

There should be no secrets between a pack. I should have felt bad about the secrets I kept from my pack, but I did it to protect them.

I ran up the stairs to my apartment, two at a time. When I hit the hallway, the delicious smell of baked goods hit me.

Daisy was in my home, and she was baking. The sugary scent assaulted my senses in the best way. This time, there was a hint of spice to the baked goods. Maybe she was making gingerbread or working with cardamom? Either way, I was excited for it.

Life was good.

The only way for it to be better would be if she was in our packhouse, baking.

Opening the front door loudly, I greeted Gilbert as he ran to my side. “Hey, boy. Have you been good for Daisy today ?”

“He's been an angel. Would you expect anything less of him?” Daisy asked with a small laugh as she rounded the kitchen counter and made her way toward me.

“He's got an innocent face, but you haven't seen him around cheese.”

Daisy patted Gilbert’s ear briefly before leaning forward and hugging me, wrapping her arms around my middle and squeezing tightly. As she pulled back, she gazed up at me with a slightly concerned look on her face, like she was trying to decide whether or not she should do something, before leaning up on her tiptoes and planting a quick kiss on my cheek.

“Well, I also become a demon around cheese, so I empathize heavily with Gilbert.”

“Is that with any cheese, or is there a particular kind that makes you extra demonic?”

She hummed thoughtfully, tapping her chin for a moment while looking up. “Most cheese will make me some kind of demonic, but Brie is definitely the worst culprit. I will do downright criminal things for a good bacon, cranberry, and Brie grilled cheese.”

“And if I promise to make one of those for you the next time you come over?”

She moaned loudly. “Mr. Monroe, it isn't nice to tease a pregnant lady.”

“Is it a tease if I promise to follow through?”

“You are aware I’ll be thinking about that sandwich for the next twenty-four hours?” she asked with a pout.

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