Holt turned to look back at her. Yes, I sure am.
Well, then, dont you want to know where she is?
Excuse me, miss. Could you help me out here?
Billie gave the hose nozzle a twist to shut off the water and lifted what she hoped was a helpful smile to the customer who was standing a few feet away with a bedraggled gallon-size Michaelmas daisy in one hand and a fading sedum in the other.
Shed noticed the guy wandering up and down the aisles, first because shed never seen him before, second because he looked a lot like Clint Eastwood. In his prime. And third, because he didnt look like the sort of person to be browsing in a nursery on a weekday morning. He was wearing slacks and a sport-type jacket, for one thing, instead of jeans and a T-shirt. He wore a dress shirt with no tie, open at the neck, which gave him a casual, rumpled look in spite of the dressy clothes. Still, he looked out of place, Billie thought. Dirty Harry in a flower shop. And she had a pretty good sense for people who seemed off in any way. Her survival, for a good part of her life, had depended on it.
Sure, she said, wiping her hands on her blue cotton apron. What can I do for you?
He shifted the two pots up and down, like he was trying to gauge their weight.
Im looking for something pretty with flowers. These look a littleI dont knowtired. Hed put on a smile, but it didnt look comfortable on him. As if, Billie thought, turning on the charm wasnt something that came naturally to him.
She studied him covertly from behind her sunglasses. Youd have better luck with annuals this time of year. Were starting to get in some cool-weather stuff now. Be more in a week or two.
Yeah, but they die, dont they? Im looking for something you dont have to plant new every year.
Billie shrugged and nodded toward the pots in his hands. Well, those two you got there are perennials. Theyll come back every year.
Yeah He said it with a sigh and a disappointed look at the sedum. I was hoping to find something that looks a little nicer in the pot. Actually, its for a gift. He gave her the smile again, along with an explanation. My sisters getting married Saturday. Theyve bought this house here, and it looks pretty bare to me-one of those new subdivisions south of town. I thought maybe Id get her some plants-pretty it up a bit.
Ah, wellfalls not a good time for perennials. Sorry. She gave the hose nozzle a twist and turned the spray onto the thirsty crepe myrtles spread out in front of her.
Look- The guy set the two pots down next to the crepe myrtles and dusted off his hands. I hate to be a pain in the ass, but Im getting kind of desperate here.
I believe thats the first truthful thing youve said to me. She didnt say that, of course. She turned off the water and laid the hose carefully aside, out of the pathway, then angled another measuring look upward as she straightened. She could almost feel the guy vibrating, he was so tense. Mister, I hope youre not planning on playing any poker while youre in town. Youd lose your shirt.
All her defenses were on red alert. Clearly, the guy wanted something, and she seriously doubted it was potted plants. But if her danger instincts were aroused, so was her natural curiosity-which admittedly had gotten her into trouble more than once in her life.
Who is this guy? What does he want with me?
And most important of all, and the question she really, really needed an answer to: Who is he working for?
Giving the man the smile he seemed to be trying so hard to win, she said, Well, theres no need for that. Look, why dont you go with some kind of shrub? You can get something with some size, so itll look impressive up there with all the other wedding presents.
Impressive. Okay, I can live with that. So, whatve you got?
Well, lets narrow it down a bit. First, since you said this house is in a new subdivision, Im guessing no trees, right? So youll need something for full sun. And heat tolerant, obviously-this is Las Vegas. She turned to walk along the pathway and the man fell in beside her, strolling in a relaxed sort of way, reaching out to touch a leaf as they passed. She gave him a sideways glance. How do you feel about cactus?
He winced and laughed, as if shed made a joke.
Im serious. More and more people are going with native plants now to save water. Save the planet-you know, go green.
So to speak, he said dryly, and she found herself smiling and meaning it.
So to speak. She nodded, conceding the point. So, okay, no cactus. Evergreen, or deciduous?
Deciduous-uhthat means they lose their leaves, right?
She looked at him and he grinned to show her he was kidding. This time she tried not to smile back. You seriously are not a gardener, are you? Where are you from?
Nope, he said amicably, definitely not a gardener. And I live in L.A., actually.
Really. Most people in L.A. have some kind of garden.
Not me. Not even a houseplant. He paused, then added with a shrug, Im not home enough to take care of anything living. Ive got eucalyptus trees and ivy, some bougainvillea-thats about it. Nature pretty much takes care of those.
He halted suddenly and pointed with a nod. What are those? Over there-with all the flowers?
Billie gave him a look. Uhroses?
Okay, sure, I see that now, he said, throwing her a sheepish grin before returning to stare thoughtfully at the display of rosebushes. Can you grow roses in Las Vegas?
We wouldnt sell them if they wouldnt grow here, she said shortly, and got a look of apology that made her feel vaguely ashamed. Her mind was skittering around like a squirrel trying to decide whether or not to run into traffic.
The guy is attractive and charismatic as hell, and he still smells wrong. Well, actually, he smells pretty good. Whatever hes using for aftershave, it was a good choice.
She hauled in a determined breath. Actually, roses do very well in a desert climate. Less trouble with disease. You just have to give them enough water.
Hmm. Roses kind of go with weddings, dont they?
Sure. I suppose so. Yeah.
Theyd definitely be impressive, he mused.
Yes, they would.
And they have pretty flowers.
About then Billie realized theyd both stopped walking and were standing in the middle of the aisle smiling at each other. Really smiling. And her heart was beating faster, for no earthly reason she could imagine.
Okay, Im not a squirrel. I know what happens to squirrels who run into traffic.
She cleared her throat and walked on with purpose, making her way quickly to the rosebushes. Your timing is good, actually. They put out a nice fall bloom, once the weather cools. Couple more weeks, though, and wed be pruning them back for the winter.
The customer picked up a red rosebush in a three-gallon pot, read the tag and threw her a look as he set it back down. Well, youve saved my life, you know that? He moved aside a pink variety-he was a guy, of course, so no pink need apply-and picked up a butter-yellow with some red blush on the petals. Youre very good at your job. You must like it. He said it casually, maybe too casually.
Yes, I do, she replied carefully, and felt her skin prickle with undefined warnings.
He straightened, dusting his hands. If you dont mind my asking, howd you come to work in a nursery? In this town, someone with your looks He smiled again, but his eyes seemed a little too sharp. A little too keen. Seems an unusual career choice.
And again she thought, This guy better never try his hand at the poker tables-with a tell like that, hed never win a hand. Maybe, she said evenly, thats why I made it.
Watching his eyes, she knew he was about to fold.
Wellokay, tell you what, he said abruptly, all business now. How bout if you pick out half a dozen or so of these-the nicest ones you can find. He reached for his wallet. Can I pay for them and leave them here until Saturday? Because Im in a hotel, and I cant exactly
Sure. Suddenly she just wanted to be rid of him. Thats fine. Just tell them at the register. Six, right? Ill put a note on them, put them back for you.
He thanked her and walked away, rapidly, like somebody whod just remembered he had somewhere to be.
Sure. Suddenly she just wanted to be rid of him. Thats fine. Just tell them at the register. Six, right? Ill put a note on them, put them back for you.
He thanked her and walked away, rapidly, like somebody whod just remembered he had somewhere to be.
Billie watched him as far as the cash register, then turned abruptly. Angry. At herself. And shaken. The guy had folded, no question about it. So why didnt she feel like shed won the hand?
Holt was sitting in his car with the motor running and the air-conditioning going, although it was November and not that hot for Las Vegas. But considering it was midday and he was in the middle of a treeless parking lot, he was pretty sure hed be sweltering shortly if he turned the AC off.
He wasnt pleased with the way things had gone with Billie Farrell. Definitely not his finest hour. Hed turned on the charm-as much as he was capable of-and had gotten nowhere.
So she was wary, on her guard. He hadnt wanted to push too hard, thinking hed be better off to leave himself someplace to go with his next try. Which was why he was sitting in the parking lot staking out the nursery, waiting for her to come out so he could follow her, see where she lived, find out where she liked to go for lunch. Figure out how he might happen to run into her again. Maybe this time hed offer to buy her a drink, or even dinner.
If he could just get her someplace indoors where shed have to take off those damn shades
Meanwhile, what in the world was he going to do with six rosebushes? Donate them to an old folks home? Hed have to think of something. Hell, he didnt even know anybody who grew roses.
When someone knocked on the window of his car about six inches from his ear, he did three things simultaneously: Ducked, swore and reached for his weapon.
Then he remembered he wasnt carrying one at the moment, that it was currently in the glove compartment of his vintage Mustang. By which time he figured if anybody had been looking to do him damage it would already be lights-out.