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Daisy’s number. He should have called her the minute he got home from the flight. He wanted to talk to her. Talking to her, however, wasn’t the problem. He was having trouble with the asking-her-out part. What if she said no?
    She probably thought he didn’t notice that she blushed when she talked with him or that her eyes strayed in his direction while she was interacting with some of his teammates.
    He pulled his hand out of his pocket so he wouldn’t check to see if her number was still in his phone again. If Daisy turned him down for a date, it was actually going to hurt.
    He caught the bartender’s eye.
    â€œI’d like a dinner menu, please.”
    â€œGot it,” the bartender said. He moved off down the bar.
    Grant knew the guy recognized him as living in the condos upstairs. Right now, though, he saw several people waving twenties in the bartender’s face so they could get a drink. It might be a while before he got that menu.
    He glanced around and spotted an attractive woman. She sat alone at a table several feet away. She was tall, blonde, and alluringly dressed. She wore a bit too much makeup. She caught his eye, raised one eyebrow, and nodded at the empty seat across from her. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t figure out where he’d met her before. He got up from his barstool and made his way to her table. If he talked with her a little, he might be able to remember why he knew he’d seen her before.
    â€œHello,” he said.
    â€œHi. Want to have dinner with me?”
    â€œI think I will.” He pulled the chair out and sat down. She shoved a menu across the table to him. “I’m Grant,” he said.
    â€œI’m Harley,” she said. She cocked her head to the side, and her eyes narrowed as she stared at him. She managed to recover from whatever seemed to startle her, however, and held out her hand. He reached across the table to shake her hand briefly. “My friend was supposed to be here. She probably decided not to leave the house when she found out how bad the weather is.” He heard the faint chime of a text received on the smartphone she’d left face-up on the table. She hit it with one finger and squinted at it. “Yeah. She just cancelled.”
    â€œI didn’t want to leave either. You must have driven here before it got so bad.”
    â€œI live upstairs,” she said.
    He glanced up from the menu and looked into her eyes. He couldn’t shake the feeling he’d met her before. Maybe she’d moved in recently. He spent so much time at the facility during football season that he didn’t keep close tabs on the people in his building.
    â€œYou didn’t have to go outside, then.”
    â€œNope,” she said.
    He wasn’t exactly a dazzling conversationalist right now, so he was surprised to watch her slip her cell phone inside what he knew was an expensive handbag. She must have wanted to chat.
    The server arrived to take their order.
    After handing his menu to the server, he sipped the ice water another server put in front of him. The woman across the table from him caught his eye.
    â€œI think you know my friend,” she said. “The one who didn’t show up tonight.”
    â€œIs that so?” he asked.
    â€œPretty much,” she said. “You spent the night together a few months ago.”
    He reclaimed his glass and took another swallow while he tried to figure out what to say in response.
    â€œI’m not going to make a big deal out of this,” she said.
    â€œOkay,” he said. He wondered if the restaurant would be willing to box up the macaroni and Gruyère cheese he’d ordered in case he needed to make a quick retreat. If she wasn’t going to “make a big deal out of this,” why had she brought it up in the first place? Something was wrong.
    â€œI have a question, though,” she said. Another server dropped off a basket of warm