Turn Up the Heat. Isabel Sharpe

how about them Packers/Brewers/Bucks, and will winter ever end?

      The closer she got to the bottom of her drink, the more convinced she was that this man would be perfect for Darcy. Too smooth, too polished for Kim. Kim would do better with a sweet boy-next-door type. Once Candy figured out who she was and what she wanted, her guy would come along, too, someone earnest and kind, harboring an inner wild child. But Darcy needed someone with as much confidence as she had. Someone who’d let her be herself, but would never let her walk all over him.

      Marie dug her cell out of her bag and dialed, knowing Darcy was at Gladiolas and wouldn’t pick up. Better that way. If she spoke to her, Darcy would blow off the suggestion.

      But if Marie left a message to work on Darcy’s subconscious before she brought it up again in person … maybe.

      Marie grinned, waiting for voice mail to pick up.

      Darned if she wasn’t as big an operator as Mr. Quinn.