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"That'll be perfect. " She rose, brushed off her gloves and set them neatly on the cart. "Just let me put together a price for these planters, make you up an order form. If she decides against them, just bring them back. "

"She won't. Go ahead and do the paperwork. " He dug a many folded note out of his pocket. "On these and the materials I've got down here. I'll load up. "

"Good. Fine. " She started inside. The itch had moved from her shoulder blades to just under her belly button.

It wasn't a date, it wasn't a date, she reminded herself. It wasn't even an outing, really. It was a gesture. A goodwill gesture on both sides.

And now, she thought as she walked into her office, they were both stuck with it.

Chapter Nine

"I don't know how it got to be Thursday. "

"It has something to do with Thor, the Norse god. " Hayley hunched her shoulders sheepishly. "I know a lot of stupid things. I don't know why. "

"I wasn't looking for the origin of the word, more how it got here so fast. Thor?" Stella repeated, turning from the mirror in the employee bathroom.

"Pretty sure. "

"I'll just take your word on that one. Okay. " She spread out her arms. "How do I look?"

"You look really nice. "

"Too nice? You know, too formal or prepared?"

"No, just right nice. " The fact was, she envied the way Stella looked in simple gray pants and black sweater. Sort of tailored, and curvy under it. When she wasn't pregnant, she herself tended to be on the bony side and flat-chested.

"The sweater makes you look really built," she added.

"Oh, God!" Horrified, Stella crossed her arms, pressing them against her breasts. "Too built? Like, hey, look at my boobs?"

"No. " Laughing, Hayley tugged Stella's arms down. "Cut it out. You've got really excellent boobs. "

"I'm nervous. It's ridiculous, but I'm nervous. I hate being nervous, which is why I hardly ever am. " She tugged at the sleeve of her sweater, brushed at it. "Why do something you hate?"

"It's just a casual afternoon outing. " Hayley avoided the D word. They'd been over that. "Just go and have fun. "

"Right. Of course. Stupid. " She shook herself off before walking out of the room. "You've got my cell number. "

"Everybody has your cell number, Stella. " She cast a look at Ruby, who answered it with chuckle.

"I think the mayor probably has it on speed dial. "

"If there are any problems at all, don't hesitate to use it. And if you're not sure about anything, and can't find Roz or Harper, just call me. "

"Yes, Mama. And don't worry, the keg's not coming until three. " She slapped a hand over her mouth. "Did I say keg? Peg's what I meant. Yeah, I meant Peg. "

"Ha ha. "

"And the male strippers aren't a definite. " She got a hoot of laughter out of Ruby at that and grinned madly. "So you can chill. "

"I don't think chilling's on today's schedule. "

"Can I ask how long it's been since you've been on a date - I mean, an outing?"

"Not that long. A few months. " When Hayley rolled her eyes, Stella rolled hers right back. "I was busy. There was a lot to do with selling the house, packing up, arranging for storage, researching schools and pediatricians down here. I didn't have time. "

"And didn't have anyone who made you want to make time. You're making it today. "


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