Daisy said.
“Seven?”
Daisy nodded. “There’s the night maid, who had some kind of bad experience with him in the past that she doesn’t want to talk about. Max’s wife, who was desperate to get half his money in a divorce that he was about to fight her tooth and nail over. The receptionist who couldn’t sleep her way to the top and also couldn’t get a pay raise for the life of her. The ambitious protégé that wanted a partnership but kept getting thwarted in his efforts. The legal assistant who was having an affair with Max and was upset he wouldn’t leave his wife for her. The bookkeeper who was in love with the legal assistant but couldn’t seem to win her back because she was in love with Max. Then paralegal, who was overworked and underappreciated. Then finally, at least one irate client who was livid that he’d need to sell his prized brand new pickup truck to settle his legal fees.”
“Is that all?” Samantha joked.
“I know, right? The man sure knew how to make enemies.”
“Those are just the ones you know about too.”
“I’m glad the police will be solving this one. I just want to get this redecorating job done and get as far away from that office as possible,” Daisy admitted.
“Still, I’ll be interested to see who did it,” Samantha said.
“In the meantime, I’m ready for some snicker doodles,” Daisy replied.
Chapter Eight
With all the drama going on in Daisy’s life, the last thing she needed was to add more. That meant she couldn’t ever take her Westie Shamus back to their usual dog park again. Odds were she’d run into her ex again. That was a mistake she was tired of making.
As a change of pace, that morning she went clear across town to the Maple Street dog park. At first she couldn’t believe she was willing to go twenty-five blocks out of her way just to avoid running into her ex.
That thought faded when she unleashed Shamus in the park and he booked it towards a Corgi puppy across the way. Daisy ran after Shamus. Her little scruffy pooch was as friendly as could be, but sometimes that was overwhelming to dogs that didn’t know him.
The minute Shamus reached the Corgi pup, he sniffed around and gave him a warm greeting. The little brown Corgi sure was cute. At a quick glance, Daisy suspected the Corgi was probably two or three months old. He had one ear pointing up and another folded down. It was one of the cutest things Daisy had ever seen.
Luckily, the Corgi liked Shamus. They started rolling around together having a great time.
“It looks like Rosie has made a new friend,” the Corgi’s Owner commented.
Daisy nodded. “Shamus is the life of the party.”
Daisy had been too busy focusing on the dogs to notice Gavin Watson. Then she looked up.
Gavin was the kind of man women dreamed about. He was effortlessly handsome, as witnessed by the fact that he had just thrown on a ball cap and hadn’t even shaved—yet looked as kissable as ever.
He clearly took good care of himself. He was probably in an ice hockey league in the winter and a roller hockey league in the summer. The town, like the rest of Canada, was hockey crazed. Gavin managed to be muscular, but not too bulky. He wasn’t like one of those roid-raging maniacs that lived at the gym and went on endlessly about how much they could bench press.
Gavin flashed Daisy a smile that sent her heart aflutter. She smiled back and looked into his hazel eyes. Oh dear.
Daisy got so caught up in his gaze that it took her a moment to remember that she wasn’t wearing any make up or done more with her hair than quickly run a brush through it. She wasn’t expecting to meet a hunky guy at the dog park. Heck, she was just looking for a new place to bring Shamus to.
The added distance of taking Shamus all across town meant Daisy didn’t have time to do much with herself before
“Seven?”
Daisy nodded. “There’s the night maid, who had some kind of bad experience with him in the past that she doesn’t want to talk about. Max’s wife, who was desperate to get half his money in a divorce that he was about to fight her tooth and nail over. The receptionist who couldn’t sleep her way to the top and also couldn’t get a pay raise for the life of her. The ambitious protégé that wanted a partnership but kept getting thwarted in his efforts. The legal assistant who was having an affair with Max and was upset he wouldn’t leave his wife for her. The bookkeeper who was in love with the legal assistant but couldn’t seem to win her back because she was in love with Max. Then paralegal, who was overworked and underappreciated. Then finally, at least one irate client who was livid that he’d need to sell his prized brand new pickup truck to settle his legal fees.”
“Is that all?” Samantha joked.
“I know, right? The man sure knew how to make enemies.”
“Those are just the ones you know about too.”
“I’m glad the police will be solving this one. I just want to get this redecorating job done and get as far away from that office as possible,” Daisy admitted.
“Still, I’ll be interested to see who did it,” Samantha said.
“In the meantime, I’m ready for some snicker doodles,” Daisy replied.
Chapter Eight
With all the drama going on in Daisy’s life, the last thing she needed was to add more. That meant she couldn’t ever take her Westie Shamus back to their usual dog park again. Odds were she’d run into her ex again. That was a mistake she was tired of making.
As a change of pace, that morning she went clear across town to the Maple Street dog park. At first she couldn’t believe she was willing to go twenty-five blocks out of her way just to avoid running into her ex.
That thought faded when she unleashed Shamus in the park and he booked it towards a Corgi puppy across the way. Daisy ran after Shamus. Her little scruffy pooch was as friendly as could be, but sometimes that was overwhelming to dogs that didn’t know him.
The minute Shamus reached the Corgi pup, he sniffed around and gave him a warm greeting. The little brown Corgi sure was cute. At a quick glance, Daisy suspected the Corgi was probably two or three months old. He had one ear pointing up and another folded down. It was one of the cutest things Daisy had ever seen.
Luckily, the Corgi liked Shamus. They started rolling around together having a great time.
“It looks like Rosie has made a new friend,” the Corgi’s Owner commented.
Daisy nodded. “Shamus is the life of the party.”
Daisy had been too busy focusing on the dogs to notice Gavin Watson. Then she looked up.
Gavin was the kind of man women dreamed about. He was effortlessly handsome, as witnessed by the fact that he had just thrown on a ball cap and hadn’t even shaved—yet looked as kissable as ever.
He clearly took good care of himself. He was probably in an ice hockey league in the winter and a roller hockey league in the summer. The town, like the rest of Canada, was hockey crazed. Gavin managed to be muscular, but not too bulky. He wasn’t like one of those roid-raging maniacs that lived at the gym and went on endlessly about how much they could bench press.
Gavin flashed Daisy a smile that sent her heart aflutter. She smiled back and looked into his hazel eyes. Oh dear.
Daisy got so caught up in his gaze that it took her a moment to remember that she wasn’t wearing any make up or done more with her hair than quickly run a brush through it. She wasn’t expecting to meet a hunky guy at the dog park. Heck, she was just looking for a new place to bring Shamus to.
The added distance of taking Shamus all across town meant Daisy didn’t have time to do much with herself before
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