Daisy Does It All (Clover Park, Book 2) Contemporary Romance (The Clover Park Series)
as he woke from his nap. WAAAAAHHHHH!
    “Excuse me,” Daisy said. “I need to check on him. He’s usually hungry after a nap.”
    “Cut!” Jessica yelled. She turned to Daisy, eyes flashing. “We’re in the middle of an interview. Couldn’t his grandmother take care of it?”
    “His great-grandmother and no,” Daisy said, unclipping her microphone and standing.
    “Great,” Jessica muttered. Her tone changed from sour to sweet in a flash. “Bring the baby in here. Our viewers would love to see the happy family together.”
    Daisy and Trav exchanged a look. Bryce was unpredictable at best. How would it look on camera to see the two of them struggling to calm their screaming son?
    “Maybe later,” Daisy said.
    “Sure,” Jessica purred. “I can wait.” She smiled up under her lashes at Trav. “Tell me more about yourself.”
    Daisy barely held back an urgent warning to Trav, Say nothing. Don’t trust her . Instead, she bolted from the room, knowing it was urgent to get Bryce calmed down quickly before he went to full throttle. Hopefully they’d pulled off covering up their little first-date slipup.
    ~ ~ ~
    Daisy settled back into the guest chair for more questions. The makeup guy touched up her face while the sound guy reattached her mike. Bryce was happy for now with Maggie and Jorge entertaining him upstairs. Now that she’d gotten through the first few questions on-camera, she was feeling more comfortable. All she had to do was avoid looking at Max and pretend she was happily married.
    She nodded at Jessica. “I’m ready.”
    Jessica merely rotated a finger in the air. The crew picked up her signal.
    “And rolling,” someone said.
    Jessica leaned forward eagerly. “Daisy, we’ve all enjoyed reading about the delicious, healthy meals you prepare for your family. Would you make one of your specialties for our viewers at home?”
    Daisy’s mouth opened and closed. Shit . Not only did she not know her way around Maggie’s kitchen, she didn’t know how to cook. She glanced over at Trav, where he stood off-camera. His brows went up in concern.
    “I, uh, wouldn’t you rather—”
    “Maybe that rosemary leg of lamb you mentioned?” Jessica looked to the camera and nodded, as if a live studio audience would back her up.
    Trav grimaced.
    “I’m sorry, I’m unprepared,” Daisy said. “I planned on going to Garner’s for lunch today. It’s my parents’ restaurant and very popular here in town. Would you like to have lunch there?”
    Good job. She mentally patted herself on the back. Deflect and showcase your parents’ place.
    “I think our viewers would really love to see you in action at home,” Jessica said. “There must be something you can make here. Let’s go to the kitchen.” She stood, and Daisy followed slowly behind her.
    There was a flurry of activity while the crew set up cameras and lights in the kitchen. Jessica spent her time getting touched up by makeup.
    Trav appeared at her side and slung an arm around her shoulders. She leaned into his side, grateful for the support. “What am I going to do?” she whispered in his ear.
    “Grilled cheese,” he whispered back.
    She closed her eyes. Grilled cheese wasn’t even close to the kind of dishes she’d described on her blog. Was she really going to show millions of viewers how to make grilled cheese?
    A short time later, the crew was all set up.
    “And we’re good here, people,” Max said.
    “And…rolling.”
    “So…” Jessica asked in a coaxing way. “What are we having?”
    “I make a mean grilled cheese,” Daisy found herself saying. “High quality, organic cheese on fresh-baked multigrain bread.”
    Jessica’s brows shot up. “Grilled cheese? From your blog, it seemed you were always whipping up some gourmet dish. I seem to remember saffron rice and, of course, that lamb dish.” She looked at Daisy expectantly.
    “Sometimes simple is best for lunch,” Daisy said. Like now . “It’s important to have

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