Chapter Eleven
WITH HER HANDSon her hips, Roz studied her newly arranged In the Garden potting soil preparation area. It had taken two full days, eking out time between other chores and working with the precise-minded Stella to set it up.
In Roz's estimation it would have taken her half that time alone, but it wouldn't have been nearly as practical a work space. There were tubs of soil she'd already mixed herself, the worktables, the bag storage, the scale, scoops, bag sealer, stools.
Everything was arranged in assembly-line efficiency.
The outlay had been relatively little, which had pleased Stella, who had a head for profit as well as precision. With the simple design of the bags, some clever marketing, and what she knew to be an excellent product, Roz felt confident they'd do very well. Very well indeed.
Her mood was very bright when she turned to greet Harper as he came through the door of the work shed.
"What do you think of our new enterprise?" She held out her arms. With a laugh, she picked up a five-pound bag she'd already filled and sealed and tossed it over to him.
"Good look," he said, turning the bag over. "No frills. It says this is serious dirt. Looks like something you'd see in a high-end garden boutique. "
"Exactly, and we'll keep the price down initially, to get it moving. I'm having the bags overfilled by a couple ounces to give me a safety zone. I thought we'd put Ruby on the job, for a start anyway. Maybe see if Steve wants to take some part-time work. It won't be that labor intensive, or take that much time. "
"It's smart business, Mama. " He laid the bag down. "You've got a knack for it. "
"I like to think so. We still mad at each other?"
"No, but we might be after I finish telling you I went into Memphis to see Mitch Carnegie. "
Her face went blank; her voice turned cool. "Why would you do that, Harper?"
"One, I was pissed off. Two, David and Stella talked me out of hunting up Clerk and beating his face in. Third, I wanted to hear for myself what Mitch had to say about what's going on between you. "
"I understand one perfectly. I appreciate two, on several levels. But I fail to comprehend why you would assume to interrogate a man I'm seeing. It's unpardonably rude and interfering. I don't run around snooping on the women you choose to see. "
"It wasn't snooping, and I've never chosen to see a woman who stole from me or set out to interfere with my life or smear my reputation. "
"You're young yet. " Ice dripped from the words. "Do you think I'm the only woman foolish enough to get tangled up with an asshole?"
"No, I don't. But I don't much care about other women. You're my only mother. "
"That doesn't give you the right to - "
"I love you. "
"Don't use that weapon on me. "
"I can't help it. It's all I've got. "
She pressed her fingers to the center of her forehead, rubbed hard. "It would help if you added a little trust and respect to that love, Harper. "
"I've got all the trust and respect in the world for you, Mama. It's the men I'm not so sure about. But if it helps any, I worked up plenty of trust and respect for Mitch last night. He might almost be worthy enough to court my mama. "
"He's not courting me, for God's sake. Where do you get this sort of . . . We went to a college basketball game, we had dinner. "
"I think he's stuck on you. "
She stared, and this time lifted both hands to the sides of her head. "My head is reeling. "
He walked to her, slid his arms around her, and drew her in. "I couldn't stand to see you get hurt again. "
"Bryce only hurt my pride. "
"That's a mortal wound for us Harpers. And he did more than that. I don't think Mitch will do the same, at least not deliberately. "