For my family.
All my love.
Contents
One
“Thou, Nina Colette Ceceri Quinn, shalt come back as an…
Two
Despite her three-inch heels, Maria stomped her foot like a…
Three
As usual, I was late picking up Riley. I’d never…
Four
After dropping off my mother, I drove to Maria’s condo,…
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The alarm beeped as I unlocked and pushed open the…
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Early the next morning, I barreled into my office, trying…
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Out the front window, I saw Maria’s Mercedes fishtail into…
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You didn’t know fear until you’d driven on a rural…
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Sirens whooped to my left, and I turned in time…
Ten
All was fairly quiet on the way home from the…
Eleven
Best the medical examiner could tell without a full autopsy,…
Twelve
I dropped Riley off at Kroger and got him to…
Thirteen
Twenty minutes later I was nestled on Ana’s overstuffed sofa,…
Fourteen
Early the next morning, I stumbled, bleary-eyed, into TBS. Between…
Fifteen
Indian Hill was a bit of a hike from the…
Sixteen
Kevin tapped on my door.
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I looked up from my sketch pad at the knock…
Eighteen
As I closed and locked my door early the next…
Nineteen
I tugged on the umbrella, but he wouldn’t let it…
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I should stay out of it.
Twenty-One
“Me!?”
Twenty-Two
I raised my hand to knock on the closed door…
Twenty-Three
“You had to do it,” Ana said to me as…
Twenty-Four
Kit’s Hummer and Tam’s Cabriolet were in the lot when…
Twenty-Five
Two hours later it was chaos of a different sort…
Twenty-Six
I took I-75 south to 275 west/south, a route that…
Twenty-Seven
If the puddle that appeared on the floor was any…
Twenty-Eight
“Your mother is behaving quite well,” Ana said in between…
Take Your Garden by Surprise
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One
"Thou, Nina Colette Ceceri Quinn, shalt come back as an only child in any future lives." I added this commandment to my ever-expanding personal list.
And I was putting it near the top. Because if I were an only child, then I wouldn't be standing here in my sister's backyard breaking another commandment of mine. The one where I made no exceptions to my company's carved-ingranite policy.
My unique business, Taken by Surprise, Garden Designs, had flourished in the two years it had been in existence. The appeal, I knew, lay in the fact that my crew arrived very early in the morning and was gone by nightfall, leaving the customer with a vastly different lush and beautiful landscape. The added twist to my company was that someone, usually a clueless spouse, had no idea a garden renovation was going on. Oftentimes the change was met with happiness. Less frequently, anger. And that was usually only after the clueless spouse found out how much the garden cost. Surprise makeovers weren't cheap.
Rarely (actually never) had I made an exception to my in-and-out-in-a-day rule. I'd been in the typical landscaping and lawn maintenance business for years before creating TBS and didn't particularly want to go back. Though my hours were still long, and it was pretty much the same backbreaking work, the rewards of designing surprise makeovers were addicting. But then Maria had gotten engaged. And demanded an exception.
Maria. My baby sister. As much as she annoyed me—and had since the day my mother brought her home from the hospital and she spit up breast milk on my Holly Hobby doll—I loved her. I also had a bad habit of being unable to say no to her.
I'd reluctantly agreed to do a backyard makeover for Maria and her fiancé Nate. Okay, so the guilt from my mother helped sway my decision. That, and transforming Maria's backyard, counted as her wedding gift.
Also because watching my twenty-five-year-old sister throw a tantrum of epic proportions wasn't something I needed burned into my psyche.
I already had more than enough shocking images in there to see me clear through the bottom of many, many boxes of Nilla wafers.
Honestly, I really ought to look into buying Nabisco stock. And go on a diet.
Looking down at my watch, I winced. As usual I was running behind schedule, but this time it wasn't entirely my fault. Maria was late for our meeting, making my already overloaded schedule that much more crowded.
It was closing in on three o'clock, and I still needed to head back to the office to interview prospective employees before chauffeuring my stepson Riley to his new job. Sitting on the hot concrete patio, I stared into the flat, barren backyard. It was early June and hot, hot, hot for this area of southwestern Ohio. It seemed we'd been in a heat wave for weeks now with no relief in sight.
This time of year I usually worked sixty-hour weeks, but my usual weekday workload sagged under the weight of completing Maria's yard on time. Not to mention that my day-planner overflowed with a long laundry list of extra todos just so I could take the following weekend off for her wedding.
Which was another reason it would serve me well to stick to my newest commandment.
I was Maria's matron of honor.
If it weren't so horrifying, it would be laughable.
Truth be told, I wasn't sure why Maria had even asked me to be in her wedding at all.
Except to torture me.
Hmmm.
Beyond the fact that Maria and I weren't all that close, my marriage to Kevin Quinn, Freedom PD's lead homicide detective, was in shambles. Who was I to stand up for anyone at a wedding? I'd fought tooth and nail against being involved, to the point where, with the wedding twelve days away, I had yet to see—or be fitted for—my dress. Unfortunately, my reprieve would end that day. One of my many to-dos was an appointment at the bridal shop that night.
As much as I wished I could grab Riley and hop the first plane out of town to avoid the festivities, I wouldn't. I'd recently learned the hard way how important family was. Even when they were as crazy as mine.
A slight breeze swept dust across the bleak backyard. A knot of worry twisted in my stomach. Would I be able to get this job done on time?
Just under three weeks. That's all the time I had to implement my monumental design plans. I'd called in favors, made lofty promises, and pretty much begged my usual contractors to get the help I needed to transform Maria's backyard. Luckily, I wasn't footing the huge bill for the work—that fell on the wallet of Maria's soon-to-be fatherin-law, a former Kentucky governor.
Maria had tested my design limits by wanting an enormous Japanese-themed garden. Seeing as how water was such a huge design element in a Japanese garden, digging had already been completed for the huge koi pond that sat slightly off-center in the middle of the 1.5 acre backyard. Grading, utilities, and irrigation were up next. It was going to be a crazy three weeks.
Stanley Mack, the carpentry contractor I often used for elaborate work, was busy building a half-moon bridge for the koi pond and a zigzag bridge for the dry creek bed that would be filled with small black pebbles. He was also working on a Japanese teahouse-
style garden shed. He'd assemble them in his huge woodworking shop and reassemble them here closer to the completion date.
The game plan was to be done with the yard by the time Maria and Nate got back from their honeymoon in Fiji. I had twenty full days to complete the makeover, and with all that Maria wanted done, I would need every minute of it. My cell phone buzzed inside my backpack. I rooted around for it, flipped it open.
"Nina," Tam Oliver whispered, "there's a scary bunch of men here waiting for you."
Tam was my secretary, or as she liked to call herself, my executive administrative assistant. Luckily for her, she had just the right amount of haughtiness to get away with such a title. Despite being just two years older than me, she looked—and acted—more than a bit like a young Queen Elizabeth, and would be a dead ringer except for the lack of a British accent. There was no mistaking that Tam had been born and bred in the Midwest. "How scary?"
"Very. One of them keeps winking at me."
"Well, you're cute."
Her voice rose. "I'm a whale."
Tam was almost seven months pregnant and stressing over every second of it. "Whales are cute. Especially those Beluga whales. Very sweet."
Her tone took on that regal edge. "I am not amused."
I smiled. "You are too."
"Okay. Maybe a little. But what do I do about these men? I can't hide behind this water cooler forever, not that I'm doing all that good a job of hiding, seeing as how my belly's sticking out."
I wanted to laugh at the mental image, but didn't want to risk Tam quitting on me. "Ask them if they want anything to drink and please tell them I'll be there as soon as possible."
"What!?" She gasped, then her voice dropped. "Tell me these aren't the men Ana was sending over."
My cousin Ana, beyond being my best friend, was also a probation officer. Each one of my employees had come to me through her—including Tam. I was a sucker for the down-and-out, and every once in a while it paid off. "They are."
"Oh boy."
"Books and covers, Tam."
Tam tsked, sounding disgusted. "You did it again."
I groaned. Tam was on a mission to break me of sounding like my mother, who tended to abbreviated clichés and trite expressions.
"Oh, and Robert MacKenna called. Again. When are you going to call him back?"
I wasn't. "Soon," I lied.
"Liar."
Robert MacKenna was Riley's vice principal. We'd met about a month ago, and there had been instant chemistry. Of the Big Bang kind. Two problems. One, he was married. Two, I was still kinda-sorta in love with my adulterous soon-to-be-ex. Ack! I hated that about myself! Now there was a commandment I needed to add ASAP. Thou, Nina Colette Ceceri Quinn, need to get over thy cheating ex. Tam hung up, muttering about taking chances. She was a fine one to talk.
Out of everyone, she probably understood best what I was going through. She'd been married only two weeks when she found out she wasn't her husband's only wife. A month later, her bigamist husband was behind bars, her marriage was nullified, and her pregnancy test positive. All in all, she was coping amazingly well. But I didn't see her taking any chances on men. Granted, I wasn't seven months pregnant, but still. That your-heart's-been-rippedout-and-stomped-on pain tends to linger.
The closing of a car door echoed through the backyard. A second later Kit Pipe, my head landscaping contractor, swaggered into sight.
At six-foot-five and 250 pounds of sheer muscle, it was hard for him to do anything but swagger. "Yo."
I shaded my eyes against the sun. As the crow's-feet spreading out of the corners of my eyes could tell you, I'd never gotten used to wearing sunglasses.
"You're chipper today." Usually, he didn't say anything by way of greeting.
"Daisy's finally gonna let me get a dog."
"No kidding?"
He grinned. Even white teeth gleamed against his bronze skin. His eyes had been tattooed with black ink since before I'd met him five years ago, but it was hardly noticeable as his blue eyes sparkled with happiness. "What kind?" I asked.
"Not sure yet."
Knowing Kit, he was undoubtedly going to get one of those big scary dogs that sent fear into landscapers' hearts across the globe.
"Maybe," I suggested, "you should get one of those cute little dogs. One she can carry around with her and dress in sweaters. Women love those kinds of dogs—not big slobbery ones that drool."
He looked doubtful. "You think?"
"Absolutely." Landscapers everywhere would thank me for ridding them of a scary would-be pet.
"Hmm. I'll let it simmer."
The sun beat down on the patio, adding a good ten degrees to the already eighty-eight degree temperature. A covered porch was an aspect of my design plans for Maria, and part of me (the hot, sweaty part) wished I'd done that first. Kit, with furrowed eyebrows and downturned lips, looked like he was in deep doggy contemplation. I supposed I would be too, if I were him. He'd waited a long time for Daisy to give in. "What'd you have to do to convince her, anyway?" I asked.
He winked at me. "You sure you want to know?"
Shaking my head, I fought back a blush. I didn't want to think about anything of that nature at all. My hormones were all up in arms, squawking to their little hearts' content. I'd been separated from my husband Kevin for a little over a month now, and you'd think I'd never been celibate before. Kit looked around the backyard. "This yard is gonna be a beast."
"I know."
"Everyone on board?"
"As far as I know."
The finalization meeting had taken place nearly a week ago at my office. I'd contracted out the carpentry, masonry, excavating, and irrigation work. This area of southwest Ohio was notoriously dry during the summer, and to upkeep a Japanese theme, sprinklers were necessary. The sound of a car door closing carried back to us. The neighbors were going to be thrilled when we started work, thanks to the isolated road that served as an echo chamber. "That's probably Maria. You've never met her, have you?" I asked Kit.
He removed his hat, wiped the skull tattoo on his bald head with the palm of his hand. "Nope."
"Nina?" Maria called out.
"Get ready—you're in for a treat," I said to Kit, barely able to hold in a grin. I yelled to Maria, "Back here!" Maria came around the corner of the house, her Chanel suit coat slung over her shoulder.
"Holy Moses," Kit mumbled under his breath.
"Think about Daisy," I ordered as I stood up, wiped dust from my rear.
"Daisy?" he said.
I rolled my eyes. "At least wipe the drool away. It doesn't make a good first impression."
Maria's blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight. It hung just below her shoulders, cut just so and colored to perfection. Not that she wasn't a natural blonde—she was. She just liked it a touch lighter than her natural shade. My mother could often be heard bragging that Maria looked like Grace Kelly. The resemblance was definitely there, lurking underneath Maria's high maintenance. I hadn't seen her without mascara and lipstick since she was thirteen.
That regal, graceful look had probably helped her land a high-paying job as an event planner at Phineus Frye, the most prestigious PR company in the city.
If we weren't family, I think I'd have to hate her.
We were polar opposites, the two of us, especially lookswise. My looks came straight from my dad, who looked like a balding bulldog. I'd inherited his dark hair, dark complexion, and muddy green eyes.
The big blue eyes Maria had inherited from our mother blinked as she took in Kit's gigantic form, and her hand fluttered to her ample chest—also something she'd inherited from our mother.
I'd inherited my Nana Cerceri's figure. Think ironing board.
Unfortunately for Maria, she inherited Nana Ceceri's hair-trigger temper, which she'd worked hard through the years to control—not an easy thing, considering how spoiled she was and completely used to getting her way. "Well, hello," she said to Kit, her long eyelashes fluttering.
"
This is Kit Pipe," I told her, "my head landscaping contractor and good friend."
Kit was practically panting. Maria had always had that effect on men.
"Pleasure," she said, holding out her manicured hand.
Kit took it, held it.
"Daisy," I said, elbowing him.
He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "Shh."
"Think about the dog." He groaned, let go of Maria's hand.
"Daisy?" she said. "Are you using daisies on the design, Nina? Did we talk about that? And what dog? You know I can't have dogs around. They shed. My clothes would get ruined."
I rolled my eyes. "God forbid you get a lint brush."
Frowning, she carefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. A big round sapphire twinkled from her earlobe. Apparently, she'd decided to ignore me. "No sign of Nate yet?"
A former professional baseball pitcher who'd been sidelined after hurting his arm, Nate Biederman, Maria's fiancé, was now a junior executive at the Kalypso, a riverboat casino just over the Ohio border in Indiana. He and Maria had met a year ago while working together on some charity shindig or another and had been inseparable ever since.
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