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Red Lily (In the Garden 3)

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“Again, no argument. But if it does connect to you and Harper, then it must mean something. Maybe something important. The way Logan and I, the way Mitch and Roz mean something important to each other.”

“I can’t think about that. Not now. I just want to work off this edge. Give me something physical.”

“I want all the excess stock cleared out of greenhouse one, brought around front for a display. One table for annuals, one for perennials, and marked thirty percent off.”

“I’ll get right on it. Thanks.”

“Be sure to remember you thanked me when you collapse from heat exhaustion,” Stella called out.

SHE LOADED FLATS and pots on a flatbed cart and hauled them around to the front of the building. It took her four trips. She muscled over the tables she wanted, positioning them where they’d be most likely to catch the eye of someone driving by. Possible impulse sales, she decided.

She still had to stop from time to time, talk to customers or direct them, but for the most part, she was blessedly left alone.

The air was close and heavy, the sort that brewed itself into thunderstorms. She hoped it did. She’d relish a bitching good storm. It would suit her mood exactly.

Still, the work kept her mind busy. She played the game of identifying and reciting the name of each specimen as she unloaded. Pretty soon she might be as good as Roz or Stella at recognizing plants. And she was pretty sure by the time she finished the work, she’d be too worn out to think about anything.

“Hayley. Been looking for you.” Harper’s brows drew together as he got closer. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Working.” She swiped a forearm over her sweaty brow. “That’s what I do around here.”

“It’s too hot for this kind of work, and the air quality’s in the toilet today. Get inside.”

“You’re not my boss.”

“Technically I am as I’m part owner of this place.”

She was a little breathless, and the damn sweat kept dribbling into her eyes. It only made her more irritable. “Stella told me to set this up, and I’m setting it up. She’s my immediate supervisor.”

“Of all the stupid—” He broke off, strode inside.

And straight into Stella’s office. “What the hell’s wrong with you, sending Hayley out in this heat hauling stock around?”

“Good God, is she still at it?” Alarmed, she pushed back from her desk. “I had no idea she’d—”

“Give me a goddamn bottle of water.”

Stella grabbed one out of her cooler. “Harper, I never thought she’d—”

But he held up a hand to cut her off. “Don’t. Just don’t.”

He marched out again, stormed outside, straight to Hayley. She took a swat at him when he grabbed her arm, but he pulled her away from the front of the building.

“Let go. What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting you into the shade for a start.” He propelled her around the back, through tables and potted shrubs, between greenhouses, until he came to the shaded banks of the pond.

“Sit. Drink.”

“I don’t like you this way.”

“Right back at you. Now drink that water, and consider yourself lucky I don’t just toss you in the pond to cool you off. I expected better of Stella,” he said when Hayley glugged down water. “But the fact is, even though this is her second summer, she’s a Yankee. You were born and raised down here. You know what this kind of heat can do.”

“And I know how to handle it. And don’t you blame Stella for anything.” But she had to admit, now that she’d stopped, she felt a little queasy and light-headed. Giving in, she stretched out flat on the grass. “Maybe I overdid it. I got caught up, is all.” She turned her head, looked over at him. “But I don’t like being pushed around, Harper.”

“I don’t like pushing people around, but sometimes they need it.” He pulled off his fielder’s cap and waved it at her face to stir the air and cool her. “And since your color’s several shades under fire engine now, I’d say you did.”

It was hard to argue when it felt so good to stretch out on the grass, and so sweet to have him fanning her with his sweaty old cap.



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