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leaving the house.  She’d just thrown on some sweats and slapped on a ball cap to keep her hair from frizzing out. 
    Now she regretted the decision.  This wasn’t exactly the best look for Gavin to be seeing.  Unfortunately, there was nothing Daisy could do now.  Not that it mattered.  He probably already had a girlfriend.  He wasn’t married though—she saw no wedding band on his finger.
    “It’s funny.  Rosie is usually shy around other dogs,” Gavin revealed. 
    “I’m sorry Shamus just came barging on over then,” Daisy replied.
    “No, it’s quite alright.  She really seems to like little Shamus.  It’s a relief actually.  She’s had a couple of bad run in’s with male dogs.”
    “Haven’t we all?” Daisy joked.
    “I’m sorry to hear that.”
    “That’s why God invented chocolate…and wine coolers.”
    “On behalf of the male gender, I’d like to apologize for the doggish behavior you’ve apparently been put through,” Gavin said. 
    “I didn’t know you were authorized to speak for the whole male gender,” Daisy joked. 
    “Strictly in an unofficial capacity of course,” Gavin said, playfully. 
    “I have a feeling you should take on a more official role.  A guy like you could give men a good name.”
    “That’s very kind of you, but I’m not sure I can live up to that billing,” Gavin laughed. 
    “I don’t know.  You look like a good guy from here.”
    “Looks can be deceiving.”
    “Are you telling me I’m wrong?”
    Gavin grimaced.  “I don’t know what I’m telling you.  The fact is, it’s just a very confusing time in my life.”
    “Uh oh.  Sounds like there’s a story in there,” Daisy said. 
    Gavin was quick to change the subject.  “It’s not really dog park material.”
    “What is it then—coffee shop material?”
    “More like ‘best forgotten’ material.”
    “Bad break up, huh?” Daisy asked. 
    “Is there such a thing as a good break up?”
    “You got me there.  If it makes you feel any better, you’re not alone.”
    “Actually, I feel like I am.  That’s the problem.  I’m thirty-three and starting completely from scratch again after six years,” Gavin sighed. 
    “At least you didn’t drive to a dog park clear across town just to avoid having to see your ex,” Daisy said. 
    “It would be hard to run into my ex.  She ran off to Vancouver to be with some douche hedge fund manager.”
    “Ouch.”
    “That’s not even the worst part.  Here I am, a private investigator digging up dirt in other people’s lives.  But I didn’t even realize what my fiancé was doing with Douchey McSixPack right under my nose,” Gavin sighed. 
    “You sound like you could use some chocolate.”
    “A lobotomy would work too,” Gavin joked. 
    Daisy laughed. 
    “I’m sorry.  Here I am prattling on about my break up with a complete stranger.”
    “I’m guilty of that too.  But I’m not a complete stranger—at least not anymore.  I’m Daisy McDare.”
    “Daisy.  What a pretty name.”
    “You can thank my flower power hippie of a mother for that.  I was about two seconds away from being named Petunia.”
    “I’m glad she went with Daisy. It’s a fitting name for a beautiful woman,” Gavin said. 
    “Now I know you’re just being nice.”
    “What makes you say that?”
    “I’m not even wearing makeup.  This ball cap is the only thing keeping you from seeing the battle of the frizz my hair is trying to wage.”
    “I think you’re prettier than you give yourself credit for.”
    Daisy smiled and blushed.  “Well thank you.”
    “By the way, I’m Gavin Watson, and I promise I’m not always such an emotional grease fire.”
    “Is that how you always introduce yourself?” she joked.  
    “No.  But you had the misfortune of hearing me blather on about my break up, so I felt like that caveat was in order,” he explained. 
    “Don’t worry about it.  Everyone knows conversations that take place before