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“She needs them in two months,” she said.

“I’ll be out, but we’ll get it done by then. I’m sure you can handle them all.”

“She wants you to make her necklace,” Daisy said. “She was very clear about that. She wanted to see you, but again you were supposed to have left at six and I’ve been in the shop for a few hours and thought you did.”

“No problem. When you call her back with prices, I’ll set up a time to meet with her. Good job, Daisy.”

“Thanks. Now get out of here. I ordered a pizza for Heather and me before I came back and now I need to go get it. It was my night to cook and I’m failing there.”

“I don’t think Heather cares all that much,” Rose said.

“Never,” she said.

She went to her office space and punched out since she was hourly. That worked for her because she ended up putting in overtime and getting a bigger check.

Plus she got a commission on pieces she sold in the store. Anything she made, like these bridal necklaces that were an order she’d taken and would make. Yeah, those were even better on the commission scale.

She needed all she could get to put away because, though she was making more money than ever before, there was this fear that Heather might be moving out at some point and she’d have to find another place to live.

She couldn’t continue to stay at Poppy’s old condo. She’d never be able to afford it alone. Not unless she got another roommate and the thought of doing that didn’t sit well with her.

But if she had enough put away, maybe she could try to swing it.

Those were future Daisy's problems she thought to herself, as she got in her car and drove to get the pizza not far away.

She parked and got out, almost jogging in to get it since she was later than she thought having got held up talking to Rose.

Little did she know it’d be her lucky day to be running late.

9

One Hell Of A Package

Theo got to the pizza place earlier than he thought.

It was past six thirty, but his order wouldn’t be done until seven.

That was what he got for planning ahead and ordering before his last surgery of the afternoon.

He’d calculated it in his head knowing how long it’d take and then added another thirty minutes to it because things could go wrong.

Everything went right, there wasn’t nearly the damage in the shoulder that he thought and he was able to repair the ligament and walk out faster than normal.

He typed his notes, took a shower and changed there rather than at home and he still had time to spare.

He was positive he could have found other work to keep him busy, but then he’d get held up and didn’t want that either when he’d been dying for ravioli all day.

Rather than sit around his office, he just left and thought he’d show up and tell them he was early. It wouldn’t take long to make and he was lucky enough they’d said they’d get right on it and it’d be twenty minutes.

Only five more minutes to wait at this point and he was checking his phone and reading messages. He had calls to make after dinner to check with patients and give results.

He’d found sometimes it was easier to call them after hours than during the day.

He turned his head when the door opened and his jaw just about dropped.

There was Daisy Jones coming in at almost a jog. She had on a pair of white jeans that fit her body well but hit her calves. A yellow T-shirt with a bouquet of red roses in the center and then a short floral print jacket over that. The end of August and it was fairly hot out, but the jacket only went to her elbows and she was giving off vibes of a beautiful summer day in his mind.

“Hey,” she said. “Remember me?”

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