just Christmas presents for a couple kids I know." A slight exaggeration, because she didn't really know Jimmy and his sister, but whatever. She was responsible for them. "Does this place have clothing?"
"I think so, but it's all last season," Lola joked, pointing toward the other side of the children's store.
Although calling it a "store" was grossly understated. It was more of a warehouse, full of anything you could ever need to raise a kid.
"Thank goodness my almost-stepdaughter Madison is pretty much a teenager," Lola said as they walked through the store. "I won't have to deal with all this stuff."
"No, you just have to deal with sex and drugs." She remembered what it was like being a teenager and shuddered. "I don't envy you."
"Madison's a great kid." A brightness filled Lola's eyes. "She's got a good head on her shoulders."
"You love her," Daniela said, intrigued. She wondered how she'd feel if Nico came with a child. For all she knew, he could have one that she didn't know about. After all, it wasn't as though they really knew each other.
"You're frowning." Lola nudged her.
"I was thinking about someone."
"A man, by the look of it."
"He's all man," she said, her heart beating harder as she remembered how he'd held her. "But I just met him. I don't know anything about him."
"I bet you know more about him than you give yourself credit for." She held her hand out. "Not that there aren't details that you don't know, but details are only that and not super important. Unless he's a criminal or something."
"He's not a serial killer." At Lola's questioning look, she shrugged. "I asked."
Her friend laughed. "What else do you know about him?"
"He owns the world, and he has an empire. He's respected and feared by his colleagues. Very smart and witty." She stopped and studied a stuffed giraffe before moving on. "He's from the wrong side of the tracks, even though he wears custom-made suits now. I get the sense he's kind of a playboy too. He certainly knows his way around a woman's body."
"Fascinating." Nodding absently, Lola stared unseeingly before her. "He sounds like a mix of all the hero archetypes. The chief, the bad boy, the professor, the playboy..."
Daniela smiled at her friend. "I've read all your books, and I still have no idea what you mean."
Lola grinned apologetically. "When you create characters, it helps to have an underlying base guide for him. There are eight basic archetypes, and it sounds like your guy is a little of all of them. But there's got to be one that resonates most with him. Figure that out, and you'll know what appeals to him most."
She nodded, understanding. "I need to figure out his recipe."
"Recipe?"
"My grandmother always said everyone has a recipe, and that to understand the person, you had to know what the ingredients were."
Lola made a face as they entered the clothing department. "You know that sounds hopeless to someone who can't cook, right?"
"Yes, but cooking's my specialty."
"What's my recipe?"
Daniela didn't have to think about it. "Equal parts sugar, laughter, and love, a dash of fairy dust, and a pinch of heat. Slow baked to perfection. Serve in candlelit corners with a sprinkle of salt."
Lola stopped abruptly. "You're dead on."
"I'm good at what I do."
"Your guy doesn't stand a chance, if he's what you really want."
"Maybe." Daniela took a little pink jacket off a rack, but her thoughts were still on Nico. What she really wanted was the Harrison building and, based on their last conversation, so did he. She wasn't sure she could have both, in the end.
But that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy him in the meantime.
Her cell phone rang, and her heart leapt when she saw it was Ken. "Lola, I need to answer this."
Her friend nodded. "I'll be over there, drooling over the tutus."
Smiling, Daniela took the call. "Ken? Any word?"
"Yes, and it's not good."
Just as quickly, her heart plummeted. "What happened?"
"Cruz put in an offer higher than yours, also with a deposit. But he put in twenty-percent, which is insane."
She froze, unable to breathe. "What?" she managed to squeak.
"Who does that? It's crazy. The real estate is on prime land, but still." He sighed. "I took the liberty of looking up other properties for you, but I have to tell you, the prospects aren't good. Nothing is as optimal as the Harrison building. You'll have to spend a lot in renovations."
"Make another offer, with a twenty percent deposit." She thought of her bank