“When are you going to have your new crop ready to sell?”
“Working on it.” Greer kept his answer vague.
“Don’t forget I want to buy extra this season. You promised to save me enough to get through the winter. Last year, I didn’t have enough to get through the end of August.”
“Then don’t smoke up so fast.”
“Come on, Greer; give me break. You know my old lady is a bitch. If I didn’t have that to enjoy at night when she goes to bed, I’d be in the Grange.”
Abe had a point. The sanctimonious busybody was more interested in what was going on in everyone else’s bedroom than her own. If he were married to the bitch, he would be bribing the guards to let him into the prison that was located in LaGrange, Kentucky.
“I don’t give breaks where my weed is concerned any more than you give discounts.” Greer turned to leave with the flowers in his hands.
“Wait … Maybe we can work something out.”
Ten minutes later, Greer left the flower shop, whistling as he walked down the sidewalk. It was hard to see with the two huge spray of flowers blocking his vision.
“Watch where—”
Greer lowered one of the vases at the sound of the sharp voice.
“Is that you, Greer?”
“Who does it look like?”
Diane’s face went from shocked to angry at his sarcastic tone. “Who died?”
“No one.”
“Then who are the flowers for? You never bought me any flowers.”
“Why would I buy you any flowers? According to you, I wasn’t good for anything except growing weed and fucking.”
“You know I was joking around.”
“No, you said that when I caught you getting laid instead of cooking for me.”
“Greer, nothing happened. I told you we’re just friends.”
“No, you were two-timing me, or three-timing me. Hell, I don’t even know how many you’ve been doing, and I’m done with it. I told you when you came back to me that it was the last chance I was giving you.”
“I didn’t think you meant it. We belong together. You’ve been promising to marry me for years.”
“I said I would marry you if you could go six months without cheating on me. You couldn’t make it two. Get Luke to marry you. Maybe he won’t care you’re a slut.”
“You’ll change your mind. You always do. We’re two of a kind, Greer. You’re never going to find another woman who can give you what I can. I don’t care how many flowers you buy her.”
“I already found her, so it looks like you’re stuck with Luke, unless you have someone else who can give you a more expensive ring. I heard Luke’s father’s fed up with him after he crashed his car.”
Her face grew dark. “What if I’m pregnant?”
“Then tell Luke congratulations. You’re not pulling that on me. I never fucked you unless I was bagged. If you want to claim it as mine, then you better be ready for a DNA test. And then, even if it was mine—and it ain’t—I wouldn’t marry you. You best remember who you’re talking to and what I’d do to a woman who tried to pull that game on me. Besides, you don’t look far along to be mine.” Insulting eyes skimmed over her trim body.
Diane paled. “I’m not pregnant. I was just saying—”
“I know what you were trying to say. You were hoping that I was too drunk to remember if I had fucked you or not the nights I crashed on your couch. Now, move before I stop being the gentleman my mama raised me to be.”
Diane hastily moved out of his way.
Greer didn’t look back at the woman he had some good memories of without regrets. She could find another sucker who would believe her lies. He had given her the benefit of the doubt too many times to believe anything she said again.
Diane was out of his mind before he even turned the corner.
As he drew closer to Diamond’s office, he saw the two women’s cars were already there. He had wanted to be there before they had gone inside, worried that Diamond would have him arrested for trespassing before he could apologize.
He hesitated before going inside, rehearsing his speech. Maybe he should have asked Kentuckygirl what to say, but the woman had kept harping on about that big-ass diamond bracelet. Therefore, he had cut their conversation short.
After several cars slowed down to look at him, Greer put his ass in gear and went inside. Out of sight, though, he slowed, dreading the coming confrontation. Diamond was going to let him have it. It’s wasn’t that he minded taking her flak—she was the best lawyer in town, and he needed to keep her happy. The problem was his own temper. He didn’t want to lose it and make the situation worse.
He stared at the door, thinking about getting Dustin to deliver them, but then decided to man up.