Page 25 of A Doctor for Daisy

How could he forget? “Of course,” he said. “Daisy. Unlike the flowers on your shirt.”

She looked down and laughed. “They are on my jacket though.”

Which he realized now that he paid more attention. Her jacket was white with daisies all over it. She even had yellow shoes on her feet. Not to mention red rose earrings that he noticed with her hair pulled back.

He was shocked he’d noticed that because he just wanted to stare at her face.

Her sharp cheekbones, her light brown eyes, the big smile she had on unpainted lips.

Though her clothes were bold and cheerful, her makeup was subtle.

“So they are,” he said. “Did you buy that just because it matches your name?”

“Yes, I did. I own a lot of floral prints. I actually did before I started at my job but now more so. The customers like it and it goes with the jewelry I wear.”

He looked down at the bold green stone on her right hand. It was almost like a rough-cut stone someone mined and put in a setting that came up to her knuckle.

“That’s not a flower,” he said, pointing to it.

“No,” she said. “This is a piece I made years ago when I had my own business. I’ve got a lot of those pieces, but they aren’t in line with the style of Blossoms. It doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy wearing them.”

He hadn’t known she’d had her own business.

But then he didn’t know much about her other than she was his patient’s roommate, her name, what she did for a living and where she worked.

Not much in the grand scheme of things.

“You should wear everything you make. It’s stunning.”

“Thank you,” she said, angling her head.

She was smirking at him and he wondered if she found him nerdy or if she worried he was feeding her a line. He sucked at this small talk thing with women.

“Picking up dinner tonight?” he asked.

“That is usually why I come in here,” she said, grinning. “You too, right? Or are you doing a house call for someone with pizza elbow?” He gave her an odd look. “You know, throwing dough in the air and getting some damage from over usage of the muscle and the motion.”

Yeah, he was an idiot. But at least she was joking about it. “That might be a thing,” he said. “But in this case, I was dying for ravioli and I placed an order earlier thinking I’d be late and could get it at seven. I got out early and was lucky enough that when I got here they’d said they’d start it now. Should be done any minute.”

“Must be our lucky day,” she said. “I’m late. I placed my order, finished up with a client, and then got held up talking to my boss. It was my night to cook and since I’m late tonight and Heather and I are both starving, I said I’d get pizza.”

“And here I am holding you up some more,” he said, frowning.

She was still grinning at him. “I don’t mind. You know, we said maybe we’d see each other again, but Heather’s appointments didn’t align with my schedule.”

He knew because he’d been looking for her and hoping she’d show up. He’d been disappointed when it didn’t happen, but it’s not like Heather needed someone to drive her or be with her at this point.

“Instead we meet here,” he said.

“We do,” she said.

He figured he might as well go for broke at this point. He’d gotten this far and he was pretty positive she was flirting with him. Why not see if they could get together another time?

“Daisy, I’ve got your pizza,” the woman behind the counter said. Guess she was a regular.

She moved over to get it and he knew he was losing his chance.

She turned and walked back to him with the box in her hand. “Would you like to get dinner or a drink or something sometime?” he asked.

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