In the Garden Trilogy

by Nora Roberts

  “Ah, well . . .”

  “A kind of welcome-home and thank-you for you helping me pick out some houseplants for my new place. You’ll do that, won’t you, Harper? I’d like a few nice ones.”

  “Sure. I mean, sure I’ll help you pick out some plants. But—”

  “Why don’t we go inside, out of this heat. You can tell me what you’ve been up to while you help me out. But save some of the good stuff for later.”

  She took his hand, squeezing it as she tugged him with her. “I’ve missed seeing you,” she continued. “We barely had a chance to talk when I was up for a few days last year. I was going out with that photographer then, remember? I told you.”

  “Yeah.” Vaguely. “And I’m—”

  “Well, that is so over. I don’t know why I wasted a year of my life on a man so self-centered. It was always about him, you know what I mean? What made me think I wanted to hook up with the artistic, broody type?”

  “I—”

  “So I shook him and the sand out of my shoes, and here I am.”

  Inside, she turned and slid her hands in the back pockets of his jeans. An old habit of hers that brought on another memory flash. “I really have missed the hell right out of you. You’re glad to see me, aren’t you, Harper?”

  “Sure. Sure, I am. The thing is, Dory, I’m seeing somebody.”

  “Oh.” Her full bottom lip pouted. “Some serious somebody?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Oh well.” She left her hands in his pockets another moment, then drew them out. Gave his ass a little pat. “I guess I figured it would take a lot of luck on my part for you to be flying solo. How long have you been seeing her?”

  “Depends. What I mean is, I’ve known her awhile, but we’ve only started . . . we’ve only been involved recently.”

  “Looks like I should’ve gotten here sooner. We’re still friends, right? Good friends.”

  “We always were.”

  “That’s what I remembered, and I guess what I missed with Justin, the photographer. We never managed to be friends, and we sure as hell weren’t anything close to friends when it fell apart. You, on the other hand. I was telling another friend of mine not long ago how I’ve never been dumped as sweetly as I was with you.”

  She laughed, rose on her toes to kiss him lightly. “You’re a rare one, Harper.”

  She stepped back, and seconds later, Hayley came through the glass doors. “I’m sorry, am I interrupting? Is there something I can help you with?”

  “No, thanks. Harper’s giving me a hand.” Dory patted hers on his arm. “I’m clueless about plants, so I came to the expert.”

  “Hayley, this is Dory. We went to college together.”

  “Is that right?” She smiled, widely. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.”

  “I haven’t been, for a long time. I’ve just moved back from Miami. New job, fresh start, you know how it goes.”

  “Don’t I just,” Hayley purred with that wide smile still in place.

  “I decided I’d come see Harper, and catch up, and get a few plants to liven up my new apartment. Wait till you see it, Harper, it’s a big step up from the hole I rented off-campus back in the day.”

  “Anything would be. I hope you got rid of that futon.”

  “I burned it. Harper hated that thing,” she said to Hayley. “Even offered to buy me a bed, but all I had was this tiny little place—just one room. If I had three people over, we were so crammed together we were halfway to an orgy.”

  “Those were the days,” Harper said, and made Dory laugh.

  “Weren’t they? Well, you’d better show me what I’m going to need, or I’ll keep you talking the rest of the day.”

  “I’ll just leave y’all alone.” Hayley backed out the doors.

  She got back to work, but made certain she wasn’t on checkout duty when Dory was ready to pay for the plants Harper selected for her. But she could hear Dory laugh—a particularly grating laugh, in her opinion—as she stocked shelves across the room.

  Harper leaned on the counter through the process, she noted out of the corner of her eye. And just look how he wore that lazy smile of his while they talked about mutual friends and the good old days.

  And damn if that Dory didn’t keep touching him. Little pats and pokes in between her hair flips. The steam began to rise from her belly up to her throat as Harper pulled the cart of potted plants out to Dory’s car.

  Hayley decided she really needed to check the stock of the shelves by the window. And if a person happened to look out while they were working, it wasn’t spying. It was glancing.

  Enough of a glance that she saw Harper lean down and exchange a liplock with his college buddy.

  Bastard.

  Then he waved her off before strolling around the side of the building like he wasn’t a low-life cheating scum. Worse, the sort that did his low-life cheating right in front of her face.

  You’d think he’d have the courtesy, the good breeding, to at least do it behind her back.

  Well, that was just fine. She wasn’t going to let it matter. She wasn’t going to give a single wrinkled, balled-up damn.

  And she wasn’t going outside to kick him in his two-timing balls either. She was just going out to see if any customers needed her assistance.

  That’s what she got paid for. Not for flirting, not for spending half the day reminiscing. And certainly not for kissing customers before she waved bye-bye.

  She was nearly to the grafting house when she saw him out in the field. He was already crouched down, examining grafts on the magnolias she’d helped him graft and plant weeks before.

  He flicked her a glance and a smile as she approached. “Take a look. These are coming along. Couple of weeks we can remove the tape.”

  “If you say so.”

  “Yeah, they’re looking good. I need to check some of the other ornamentals. I think we’re going to have some nice weeping pears and cherries for next season. Have I shown you the fruiting pears I did? The dwarfs?”

  “No. Did your friend get what she was after?”

  “Hmm. Yeah.” He rose, walked across to check the balance of the canopies on his weepers. “Kept it simple,” he said absently as he studied the tree. “Low maintenance. What I did here was use pyrus communis for stock—three-year-olds, and grafted three pendulas. You gotta make sure you get the spacing right, so you produce a nice shape.”

  “And you know all about shapes.”

  “Yeah. I like chip-budding these. I did these two springs ago, and these this spring. See how they develop?”

  “I see how a lot of things develop. I was surprised you didn’t go with her, carry the plants to her door.”

  “Who? Oh, Dory?” He flipped Hayley an absent look as sarcasm sailed, visibly, over his head. “She’ll be able to handle it. A couple trips.”

  He continued to walk, continued to examine.

  “Here? For these weeping cherries, I used a semi-dwarfing rootstock. Should make a nice specimen tree for smaller spaces. ’Round October, I’m going to take some ripe shoots from the Colt stock. What you do is bundle them, and drop them root-end down in a trench in the nursery bed, and hill ’em up so they’re about three-quarters buried. Then next spring, we’ll lift the bundles, plant the cuttings, and by summer they’ll be ready to use for rootstocks.”

  “That’s all just fascinating, Harper. Did you spend all that time with Dory lecturing her on how to make a damn rootstock?”

  “Huh.” His distraction was evident on his face as he glanced around. “She’s not interested in this kind of work. She’s in public relations.”

  “Private ones from what I saw.”

  “What?”

  “I was about to come back and suggest the two of you get a room. You ought to know better than to make out in one of the retail areas.”

  This time his mouth dropped open. “What? We weren’t. We were just—”

  “Those doors are glass, Harper, in case you’
ve forgotten. I saw you, and you ought to have more respect for your workplace than to fool around in one of the public areas during working hours. But as you’re the boss, I guess you can do what the hell you like.”

  “My mother’s the boss, and I wasn’t fooling around anywhere. Dory and I are old friends. We were just—”

  “Kissing, touching, flirting, making dates. It’s unprofessional, in my opinion, to do that during work hours. But it’s downright rude to do it in front of me.”

  “Behind your back would be better?”

  Because it echoed her own nasty thoughts, her eyes went hot, searing like suns. “Let me just say, fuck you, Harper.”

  Since it was as good an exit line as she could think of when her brain was ready to explode, she turned on her heel. And spun right back when he grabbed her arm.

  He didn’t look distracted now, she noted. He looked ice-cold mad. “I wasn’t flirting or making dates.”

  “Just kissing and touching then.”

  “I kissed her because she’s a friend, a good one, who I haven’t seen in a while. I kissed her the way you kiss a friend. Which is nothing like this, for instance.”

  He gave her a yank that threw her off balance so her body collided with his. Then was scooped up, pulled in. He got a fistful of her hair, gave it a quick tug. And had his mouth crushed to hers.

  Not sweetly, not warmly, but with the stark heat of raw temper. She struggled, shocked that she was clamped so hard and tight she couldn’t fight her way free. A thread of fear snaked through her anger, and began to tighten just before he let her go.

  “That’s how I kiss women I don’t feel friendly toward.”

  “You think you have the right to treat me that way?”

  “As much as you do to accuse me of doing something, of being something I’m not. I don’t cheat and I don’t lie, and I’m not going to apologize for my behavior. If you want to know something about my relationship with Dory, or anyone else, past or present, then ask. But don’t come tearing into me with accusations.”

  “I saw—”

  “Maybe you saw what you were ready to see. That’s on you, Hayley. Now I’ve got work. If you’ve got any more to say about this, then say it after hours.”

  He strode off toward the pond, leaving her no choice, as she saw it, but to storm away in the opposite direction.

  “THEN HE HAD the nerve, the nerve to snap at me and act like I was in the wrong.” Hayley paced back and forth on Stella’s front porch while Lily raced over the lawn after Parker. “Acting like I’ve got a dirty mind or that I’m some crazy jealous witch because I have a reasonable and legitimate complaint about him slobbering all over another woman. And in front of my face.”

  “Before you said she was slobbering over him.”

  “It was mutual slobbering. And when I walked in on them, after seeing all this going on through the door, he acts like it’s nothing. He doesn’t even have the grace to look embarrassed or nervous.”

  “So you said.” Twice, Stella thought, but she understood the nature of female friendship and didn’t mention the repetition. “Sweetie, we’ve both known Harper for some time now. Don’t you think he would’ve looked embarrassed if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t?”

  “I guess I just don’t mean enough to him for it to embarrass him.”

  “Now stop. That’s not true.”

  “It feels true.” Hayley slumped to the steps. “It feels awful.”

  “I know.” Sitting beside her, Stella wrapped her arm around her shoulders. “I know it does. I’m so sorry you were hurt.”

  “He doesn’t even care.”

  “Yes, he does. Maybe what you saw hit you wrong because of the way you feel about him.”

  “Stella, he kissed her.”

  “He’s kissed me, too.”

  “It’s not the same.”

  “If you hadn’t met me before, and you saw him kiss me, what would you think?”

  “Before or after I mentally ripped your lungs out through your nose?”

  “Ouch. I’m not saying it didn’t look bad, but that you might have, possibly, misinterpreted. I’m saying that because I know Harper, and because of his reaction.”

  “You’re saying I overreacted.”

  “I’m saying, if I were you, I’d want to find out for sure.”

  “He slept with her. Okay, okay,” she muttered when Stella stared at her. “Before, and before is before, blah blah. But she was so pretty. She had a great body, and those dark, exotic eyes. And this sheen, you know, this polish. Oh, hell.”

  “You’re going to go talk to him.”

  “I guess.”

  “Want me to keep Lily while you do?”

  “No.” Hayley let out a long sigh. “She needs her supper soon, and besides, if I take her with me we’re not as likely to yell at each other.”

  “All right. You can call me if you want, let me know how it goes. Or you can just come back over. I’ll break out the Ben and Jerry’s.”

  “Way I’m feeling, I’ll need a full quart.”

  SHE HAD LILY’S hand in hers when she knocked on the door of the carriage house. He hadn’t been long out of the shower, she noted when he answered. His hair was still damp. But if the grim set of his face was any barometer, it hadn’t cooled him off.

  “I’d like to talk to you.” She said it briskly. “If you have the time.”

  He simply bent down to pick up Lily who’d already wrapped her arms around his leg. He turned, without a word for Hayley, and carried the baby back toward the kitchen. “Hey, pretty girl. Look what we got here.”

  One-handed, he opened a cupboard, took out a couple of plastic bowls, then rooted through a drawer for a big plastic spoon. He set them, and Lily, on the floor where she immediately went to town banging.

  “Want a drink?” he said to Hayley.

  “No, no, I don’t. I want to ask you—”

  “I’m having a beer. You want any milk or juice for Lily?”

  “I didn’t bring her sippy cup.”

  “I have one.”

  “Oh.” The fact that he did threw her off, made her heart start to melt. “She could have a little juice. You have to dilute it.”

  “I’ve seen the routine.” He fixed the juice, handed it to Lily, then got out a beer. “So?” He took a long gulp.

  “I wanted to ask—No, I wanted to say that I know we haven’t made any sort of commitment to each other. But sleeping with someone is a form of commitment to me, enough of one that it’s insulting to see the person I’m sleeping with kissing and flirting with another woman. And I don’t find that unreasonable.”

  He took another pull, slowly, thoughtfully. “You know if you’d put it that way to begin with, you wouldn’t have insulted me, or pissed me off. I’m going to repeat that I was flirting with Dory, but not the way you mean.”

  “If you come on to all women the way—”

  “Or coming on to her. And be careful or you’ll piss me off again. If you want to know what was going on, why don’t you ask?”

  “I don’t like being in this position.”

  “Well, neither do I. If that’s the way you want to leave it, I need to throw something together for dinner. I missed lunch.”

  “Fine.” She started to bend down for Lily, then stopped. “Why are you so hard?”

  “Why are you so mistrustful?”

  “I saw you. She had her arms around you. She put her hands in your damn pockets and felt your ass. You weren’t exactly fighting her off, Harper.”

  “Okay, you’ve got a point. It was something she used to do, and I didn’t think much about it when she did it today. I was thinking more how I was going to tell her I couldn’t pick things up with her, couldn’t see her beyond the friendship thing because I was with somebody else.”

  “How long does it take to say that?”

  “A little longer than it might otherwise if a woman’s got her hands on your ass.” She opened her mouth, but the way his eyebrows
shot up had her closing it again, and waiting. “Right or wrong, Hayley. But I did tell her, before you came through the door.”

  “Before? But . . . you didn’t even miss a beat, Harper. And the two of you were all . . .” She waved a hand, trying to find the phrase. “Touchy. And you kissed her when you went out to the car.”

  His eyes narrowed. “You were watching us.”

  “No. Yes. So what?”

  “Too bad you didn’t manage to slip a listening device on me, then this conversation wouldn’t be necessary.”

  She folded her arms and met his insult straight-on. “I’m not apologizing for my behavior either.”

  “Fine. First, why should I have missed a beat? I wasn’t doing anything to feel guilty about. Next, Dory’s a touchy kind of person. She makes contact with people, which is probably why she’s good in PR. And yeah, I kissed her before she left. I’ll probably kiss her next time I see her. I like her. We have a history. We met in high school, ended up in college together—and ended up being an item for about a year. In college, Hayley, for Christ’s sake. When we stopped being an item, we stayed friends. If you can manage to whip some of the green out of your vision, you’d probably end up being friends with her, too.”

  “I don’t like being jealous. I’ve never really been jealous before, and I don’t like it.”

  “If you’d heard our conversation out by her car, you’d have heard her tell me that she hoped you and I would come into the city, have drinks, so she could get to know you. She said it was good to see me, and good to see me happy. I said pretty much the same, and I kissed her goodbye.”

  “It’s just . . . you looked like a couple.”

  “We’re not. That’s what you and I are. That’s what I feel,” he said when she only stared at him. “That’s what I want. I don’t know what I’ve done to make you doubt me, or that.”

  “You’ve never actually said . . .”

  He stepped to her, caught her face in his hands. “I don’t want to be with anyone but you. You’re the only one, Hayley. Is that clear enough?”

  “Yeah.” She laid her hand on his, turned her head so that her lips pressed to his palm.