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      “Fantastic,” Molly said. “This is the best pond we’ve ever put together.”

      Bess slogged her way out of the middle, her feet squishing inside her waders. Halfway up the hill, she pulled them off and tipped out the water. “So much for staying dry.”

      “Now I know what you’d look like as a brunette.” Molly laughed. “Gorgeous.”

      “Right.” Bess pulled on her ponytail. Mud caked her hair. “How did I get so dirty?”

      Bess grabbed her water and glugged down a quart. She didn’t know if she was hot from the weather or from dealing with Daniel Forester. Or maybe it was seeing Daniel with his shirt off. She rubbed her temples. His body deserved to be sculpted. Better yet, frozen and put on display—then he couldn’t open his mouth and irritate her.

      “I could use a short downpour to wash off the mud,” Molly said.

      “We’ll have to make do.” Bess opened the hose nozzle, pointed it at her legs, and mud streamed off. “I hope this pond wins Suzie the neighborhood landscaping wars.”

      Suzie and her neighbor kept trying to outdo each other. At least the war helped business.

      “If the wars stop, we won’t have much work.” Molly picked at dried mud on her hands and held them under the hose. “We need the business. There’s nothing on next week’s schedule.”

      “It is almost Labor Day.”

      The work on King’s Gardens had slowed. Bess had transplanting and propagation work scheduled next week, but there weren’t any consults or installations on the calendar. The owner’s son, fresh out of college, had some consults, but not her.

      “It’s slower than it’s ever been,” Molly said.

      “I wish Cade would take the advertising suggestions I’ve made.” Bess knew she could run a landscaping business better than her boss.

      Molly sat up. “You know what I wish?”

      Bess raised her eyebrows. “Peace in the Middle East?”

      “No.” Molly gave Bess’s shoulder a shove, leaving a wet handprint. “I want to marry rich like your sister and have a house like Suzie Essex.”

      Bess looked at the sprawling estate home. Becoming attached to things like houses or people didn’t pay off. “Not me.”

      “I forgot.” Molly wrapped her black hair back into a ponytail. “Your family’s place is better than this.”

      “It’s not a home anymore.” Her family’s mansion sat in the center of Savannah’s historic district. Daddy’s scheming and dreaming had put them so far in debt, Mamma had to turn their home into a B and B or lose the house that had been in the family for generations.

      Bess had what she wanted: her orchids, a job she loved and an awesome apartment walking distance from Fitzgerald House. As long as she stayed away from Daniel, life was perfect.

      “It looks fabulous.” Suzie came down the hill. Her shorts and shirt were blinding white. She handed Bess and Molly dripping bottles. “Here you go, ladies.”

      Bess took the lemonade. “Thanks.”

      “Now that the plants and koi are in, are there additional instructions for the pond?” Suzie asked.

      Bess walked her through the care, then handed her the notes she’d printed out for Suzie’s gardening service. “Give this to Leon. He’ll know what to do.”

      “Wonderful.” Suzie pointed to her neighbor’s backyard. “What do you think Minnie will do now?”

      “Not sure.” Bess hadn’t designed Minnie’s landscaping. “Since you’ve added the pond, I’ve got another idea.”

      Bess pulled out her phone and scrolled to pictures of decorative gas fires. The ones she showed Suzie had lines of fire in front of rock waterfalls. “What do you think of adding a fire wall?”

      “Ooh. I like.” Suzie tapped her French-tipped nail against the screen. “Where would you put it?”

      Bess moved to the back of the terraced yard. “The waterfall would look great here.”

      “I’ll think about it.” Suzie handed Bess the check for the pond’s last installment and an envelope. “I appreciate all your work.”

      Bess and Molly loaded the truck. As she drove back to King’s Gardens, Bess asked, “What’s in the envelope?”

      There was a rip and a gasp. “Two hundred dollars. Cash!”

      “I know what I’ll buy with my share of our tip.” Bess smiled. “I’ve been eyeing some Pakchong blue orchids that are the perfect color for my mamma’s wedding.”

      Mamma’s wedding was next weekend. Bess needed to finalize the flower arrangements and decorating soon. She rubbed her hand in her hair, and mud flakes dropped in her lap. Yuck.

      “I’ve got my eye on a pair of shoes.” Molly tucked her tip into her pocket. “You need a love life, my friend.”

      Love life? Between her job and Fitzgerald House, love wasn’t high on her priority list. “I don’t need the hassle.” Or the eventual loss.

      Bess parked the truck and waved to Molly. She smiled as she dropped the check off with her boss.

      “Thanks.” Cade set the check in the middle of his paper-piled desk. “Do you have a minute?”

      “Sure.” There wasn’t room for two people in his office, so Bess leaned against the doorway. She scratched at the dried mud on her elbow.

      Cade stared at the desk. “I...I have to let you go.”

      Every muscle in her body froze. “What?” she choked out.

      “I can’t afford to have two landscape designers on staff.”

      “You’re...you’re firing me?” Her voice squeaked.

      Cade sighed. “I guess I’m laying you off.”

      “Jimmy just graduated.” She’d helped the kid get his feet on the ground. “Your son’s not ready to take on all the landscaping.”

      Cade’s lips flattened into straight lines. “This is the way it has to be.”

      “I can drum up more business. If you advertise, we’d attract more customers.” The words shot out of her mouth like BBs from a pellet gun.

      He shook his head. Cade was brilliant with retail plants and flowers but hated marketing. “Between two years of droughts and the cold, wet spring, I can’t afford you.”

      She couldn’t lose her job. “What about our arrangement on my flower-design business?” she whispered.

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