“I don’t care. Money’s the least of it. My life’s at stake here. If you don’t help me, I’ll just have to fly down to Tampa on the sly and murder her in her sleep tonight.”
“Then let’s get started saving your life, and hers.”
She had a vision in mind, and cut a swath through her own nursery as she built on it. Cissy didn’t blink when Roz accumulated plants, shrubs, ornamental trees, pots, and planters.
“Harper, I need you to go to the house, bring my pickup on around. We’re going to load this up, and I’m going to steal you for a few hours. Stella, you tell Logan to come on by here when he finishes for the day. He’s going to be putting in some overtime. He can pick up what I’ve earmarked, and bring it to this address.”
She scrawled Cissy’s address on a scrap of paper. “You come with him. I can use your hands, and your eye.”
“Do you really think you can get all this done in less than two days?” Stella asked.
“I will get it done in less than two days because that’s what I’ve got.”
SHE LOVED Achallenge. And there was nothing like digging in the dirt to take her mind off any worries.
She measured, marked, tilled, dumped peat moss, and raked.
“Normally I’d want to take more time to prep the soil. Starting a new bed’s an important event.”
Cissy chewed on her lip, twisted the string of pearls she wore around her fingers. “But you can do it.”
“Not much I can’t do with dirt and plants. It’s my gift.” She nodded to where Harper was already setting in a decorative metal trellis. “And his. And you’re going to learn something today. Put those gloves on, Cissy. You’re going to do some slaving away, then you won’t have lied.”
“I don’t give a red damn about the lie.” But she tugged on the gloves.
Roz explained, in basic terms, that they’d do a four-season perennial garden. One that would impress, whatever time of year the in-laws visited. Iris and dianthus, campanula. Bleeding heart and columbine for instant bloom. With spring bulbs, craftily placed annuals, and the foliage from later bloomers filling in now.
And once the massive planters she’d chosen were done and exploding with flowers, the bed would be a showpiece even a persnickety mother-in-law would love.
She left Cissy setting in crested cockscomb and dusty miller and moved off to reorganize and fluff up the already established beds.
At the end of another hour, she realized they would use everything she’d brought with her, and then some.
“Harper?” She swiped at her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand. “You got your cell phone?”
He stopped working the vines onto the trellis long enough to pat at his pockets. “Somewhere. Truck maybe?”
Like mother like son, she thought, sent him a wave, and went around front to find it. She called Stella, rattled off another list of needs—having no doubt her manager would record them all, invoice, inventory, and deliver.
She planted cannas at the back fence, along with blue salvia and African daisies. Then sat back on her heels when Cissy walked to her with a tall glass.
“I made lemonade, from scratch. For my sins. My manicure is wrecked,” she said as she handed Roz the glass. “And I’m already aching in places I forgot I owned. I don’t know how you do this.”
“I don’t know how you play bridge every week.”
“Well, to each his own, I suppose. I owe you a lot more than the check I wrote.”
“Oh, you’re going to be writing a couple more before it’s over.”
Cissy just closed her eyes. “Hank’s going to kill me. He’s going to take his nine iron and beat me bloody and dead.”
“I don’t think he will.” Roz got to her feet, handed the empty glass back, then stretched her back. “I think he’s going to be pleased and proud—and touched that you’d go to all this trouble—ruining a manicure on top of it—to make your home more beautiful for his mother’s visit. To show her, and him, how much you value the home he’s provided you with.”
“Oh.” A slow smile spread. “That’s damn clever of you, Rosalind.”
“Just because I don’t have a husband doesn’t mean I don’t know how they work. I’m going to warn you, you don’t take proper care of all this, I’ll come over here and beat you senseless with Hank’s nine iron myself.”
Cissy looked around at the dirt, the half-planted beds, the shovels and rakes and bags of soil and additives. “It’s going to look really nice when it’s finished. Right?”
“Trust me.”
“I am. Completely. And this is probably not the best time to tell you that son of yours is one handsome devil. I swear, my heart nearly shut right down when I handed him that lemonade and he flashed that grin at me. God almighty, he must have the girls at his feet, four layers deep.”
“Never known him to have trouble finding one. Doesn’t seem to keep them long, though.”
“He’s young yet.”
IT WAS DARKwhen she got home. Dirty, a little achy, she poked her head in the library before heading upstairs. She’d seen Mitch’s car out front.
“Working late?” she asked.
“Yeah. You, too?”
“I had an amazing day. Time of my life. I’m going to go up and scrape several inches of that day off me, then eat like a pig.”
“Want company? I’ve got a couple of things to run by you.”
“Sure, come on up.”
“Been playing in the dirt?”
“Most of the day. Gardening emergency.” She shot a grin over her shoulder as she started up the stairs. “A friend, an unexpected visit by in-laws, passive-aggressive tendencies, and a desire for one-upmanship. This resulted in a hell of a profit for my business and a terrific day for me.”
She walked straight into her bathroom, stripped off her shirt. “Been a long time since I got seriously involved in the design and landscaping end of things. I’d nearly forgotten how much I love to get my hands into somebody’s dirt and create something.”
She undressed while she talked, in a practical sort of way, dumping her clothes in the hamper, leaning in to start the shower and test the water temperature, while he stood in the doorway, listening.
“A lot of the place was virgin ground—unrealized potential. I should feel guilty for charging her when it was such a good time for me—but I don’t. We earned it.”
“We.”
“Had to call in the troops.” She stepped into the shower. “Took Harper with me, then had Logan and Stella swing by as reserves later in the day. I put in the nicest four-season perennial garden. Looks sweet now, and in a few weeks the early daylillies will pop, and the wild indigo, then it’ll move right into the spirea and ladybells, the meadow sage and foxglove. Harper started this gorgeous purple clematis on a copper trellis and put in a trio of oakleaf hydrangeas. Then when Logan got there . . .”
She trailed off, stuck her head out, hair dripping. “I’m boring you senseless.”
“Not at all. I may not know what you’re talking about, but I’m not bored. You sound revved.”
“I am. I’m going by tomorrow morning for some final touches and to present her with the final bill. She may faint, but she’s going to wow her in-laws.”
“You never did give me an answer about that plant for my apartment. You know, feng shui.”
“No, I didn’t.”
He waited five seconds, heard nothing but water running. And laughed. “Guess that’s answer enough. You know, I’m fairly intelligent and responsible. I could be taught how to care for a plant.”
“Possibly, but your track record’s ugly, Mitch. Just ugly. We may discuss a probationary period. I threatened to hurt Cissy if she didn’t maintain what I did over there. I heard her talking to Logan about hiring him to come in twice a month to deal with it. And that’s fine. We should all be self-aware enough to know our limitations.”
“You water it. You put it in the sun. I can do that.”
“As if that’s all there is to it. You want to hand me a towel?”
She shut off the water, took the towel he handed her, and began to dry off. “We’ve been so busy at work I’ve barely been able to knock two thoughts together about anything else. Stella’s wedding’s right around the corner, too. And I know there are things that need my attention in this project.”
